having just woken up, and still squinty eyed at the sun (had there been one that we could see) i chose 1 of 3 "routes" back home. I know each one so well. Down to every last crack in the pavement.
Having had my share of photoshop, some private chillin time, and being slightly nostalgic... I got ready to head back.
Nothing out of the ordinary this day. Nothing exciting.
My vagina is broken. Not exciting news, nor is it out of the ordinary, so excuse me for now mentioning it sooner.
And because of said breaking, my stomach would attempt to do backflips.
Attempt.
I didnt say it would be successful at backflips.
so the pain, the agony, etc etc.. o woe was meeee....
(coff)
it hurt. holy hell. i texted lauren "come save me". And almost instantly, who did I see at my door? none other than lauren, who didnt even have her bag, was just wearing some clothes she threw on, and her hair unstraightened (she never leaves her house until her hair is straightened like how she does).
What a pleasant surprise. She was worried and concerned in case something was wrong. She didnt want to waste time waiting for a text back. HOly fuck, i love this girl.
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