2024, 2025, 2026. My high school life is over.
So I'm messaging him. Bored. Pull down the status bar. Her eyes fell on his profile picture.
So ugly. I always scoffed.
Maybe I'm waiting for a message. Maybe I was just suffering needlessly.
My high school life is over.
My dark, wet, moss-like evil thoughts are forever buried in yesterday.
And we keep moving forward, no longer swimming against the current.
Intention: Let the memories stay in yesterday