let me tell you something

let me tell you something about chocolate covered expresso beans,

they melt when you dump them on the table next to your computer.

let me tell you something about sore throats,

I've been starving for the past three days.

let me tell you something about "hardcore" working out for the first time in months,

walking down stairs is a major struggle.

let me tell you something about ending class six minutes early when you have a headache,

yessssssss.

let me tell you something about weather in NC,
sleeveless romper and sheer tights yesterday, Northface and snow boots today.
let me tell you something about being drugged up,
it's nice to sleep in your own bed.

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Thoroughly decided this semester is just not even worth my time.
Already broke the news to my dad (he probably thinks I'm joking).
Pretending like graduating means the end of trying and forgetting that I still have a real-world-life to live.
Kind of have these urges to just grab people, run outside, and... dance.
Just one question, where in my life am I going to find you?