Making a list of things
Things that are googled as I type them
All of which center around dying this horrible navy-colored hoodie I just got (I actually just got a cozy red hoodie)
(and actually it was Lynae who posted this morning about how much she hated an ugly navy-and-grey ModCloth ensemble)
And it’s hard to type because Swiftkey keepsfuckingup thewords
I realize that I’m alone in the attic space, where a moment ago the rest of my classmates (tenth grade history, Mr. Conklin) had been all around me
And that they were all downstairs now, and I was about to get locked in with my depressing craft search list
That’s when I woke up in my loving lukewarm bath and knew if I spent any longer there, I’d be trapped all night