imagine it’s Saturday morning and you’re waking up, suns peeping in, you find your phone…
AND ITS 7 AM AND YOU ARENT HOME.!
Damn. Had to sneak my tired ass out of one house and into another something serious.
the fact that I’m awake and worried right now has me really confused.
I mean just 30 minutes ago, I was ready to pass out in the kitchen. Now I’m waiting up to make sure everything is all good, knowing damn well I have to wake up at 8:30.
And I just don’t know if that says anything about the person I am, or the person they are to me.
And I’m leaving out of Walmart.
I still have to finish cupcakes. Add one later to the jello and make salsa.
All I wanna do is sleep.
Can I just have tonight, like everyday.
that’s all and I will be as close to happy as you can get.