- Her: You have two choices Jared! You give me a sip of your drink or I knock it out of your hand onto the bus right now.
- Me: Or you can not. Because then the drink would spill everywhere. And if I get a drop of that drink on me, I will do you a favour and punch you in the ovaries so your eggs will all die and you won't get pregnant in your teens with that ugly fucker you call your boyfriend.
do you think ants get confused when they accidentally get on buses and end up really far away
I saw you turn the corner and look at me, only to turn away. I didn’t know what else to do but pretend I didn’t notice. It was really tough keeping a straight face as I walked on by, when all I wanted to do was grab you and look into your eyes again. Keeping your face turned, you waited for your friend, while I continued a conversation with mine.
This is the extent of our encounter.
This is what we’ve become.
The greatest misery is not being able to eat and owning an Instagram.