Don't Hurt Me

Meeting

"Well, I guess it's time for hell, once again", I say under my breath. But, just to keep myself alive, I remind myself "You're doing this for your Degree". Which degree? I wasn't sure, but I at least wanted to be skilled, so I wouldn't be totally useless. Then again, if I were useless, I wouldn't be needed for anything, and that would mean a stress free life. And, a stress free life would mean no drama, which I didn't expect to get. But, if I'm useful, I could spend more time with Kàrmah, And that would mean we would get to bond more often, hence best friends, and being somewhat social. By this time, I was on Autopilot. I was doing everything by memory. When I finally realized I'd been on it, I thought about what would happen if I stayed on Autopilot, would I keep on going? Or would I stop as soon as I finished?, but before I could say anything my roommate Francisco pushed me out the door and towards his car, a Wine red Chevy. And, while I was confused and stiff from the interruption, I guess somehow I wrapped my arms around him and he carried me. I don't know how the fuck that happened, but he didn't care. So, when I saw myself in his arms, I immediately threw myself off, making me do a Summersault and landing on my face. For a second I went back to sleep, then I woke up realizing what I did. Well, if I didn't get in his car, I'd be late.. But if I did, I'd have to face awkwardness for the whole car ride, and I didn't wanna deal with that, so I started walking.