when we pa** in the hallway we are almost not strangers i hallucinate you going in for a fist bump but i'm holding my books so i panic and we pa** without touching even when i'm not miserable i just feel like an idiot or like an oversized toddler teething on a cup of probably nothing i found a picture of the moon on google images cut it out and put it on the cover of my math binder i want to give it a gravitational pull but it has a face which means it's a dream it looks like we've got a problem like a boxing match with asteroid fists not sure what this has to do with your boyfriend when i see him and his thyroid cartilage i feel i'm developing a superiority complex every time i exit this building i am listening to music through earbuds the sun spots me wrong i take inventory