I'm ready to sit in my dark hallway and eat garlic fingers.
When I go in on Wednesday, I'll probably walk up to one of my friends locker and then realize it's not hers anymore and she's somewheres else.
My routines gonna be messed a little.
It's gross.
When my dad sneezes in the car, it's like death, even brining the windows down doesn't help.
Why can't it smell like my wonderful vanilla bourbon spray?