It was a slice of happiness. It was bliss, that bus ride. That bus ride with you. It was raining the whole time. It rained hard. We looked out, the city, smudged. We looked out the window. We looked out. Passing by. We were passing by. We looked out with tired eyes. We were happy.
16 of August. This bus ride, this memory. One of the things I cling to. One of the things I will cling to. One of the memories. I would not forget. I cannot just forget.
Must we be extremely emotional.
No no no nope i mean sige nice di nila alam sobrang chaotic namin hahaha o well u guys nope were not cute fuk yall now u know bitchez
Wish I was blunt as Daria.