I still feel the nail in my foot.


Limp home, each painful step through the muck and dirt

"Hey! I know you!"

"what the fuck?"
"She's supposed to be here anytime"

"who...?.."
"Who do you think, her"






"wtf ?"

"i had no clue really"
I feel like a stalker

New friends and inside jokes, what the hell is going on

"i'm lost"






pack our bags, it's time to leave

"you're the sweetest girl i've ever met"


"thx"

my lips still tingle






Isn't it weird how things work out in the end... C'est la vie,


n'est pas?