i'm obsessed with billie now.
it's like i've known her for years
it's only been a day though.
and even though i'll probably never see billie again,
i'm kinda glad momma made me go to the grocery store that day.
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isn't it lovely?
it's either my phone is fucked up, or uber hates me.
where's the uber??
bullshit.
i'm on the city bus now. i'm sure the city bus in chicago isn't as bad as the ones in new york. but, it's bad.
it's filled.
it's not usually this full. and there are lots of teenage girls on here, it's usually old people.
i notice there's a lot of people with a figure on their pants, hats or shirts. looks like it's hanging from its right side. the bus stops. and the doors open. every one of the girls get off of the bus. i decide to see what's going on, so i follow them.
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I DID A SPEECH ON BILLIE EILISH IN ENGLISH CLASS AND EVERYONE LOVED IT AND IM HAPPY THE END.
