It is 2:16pm and I am writing this.
I have no idea what it's about.
I am sitting in a classroom with my best friend.
I want the day to be over.
I made a fortune teller and doodled on the pages of my notebook.
I finished a song, a short story, and my homework.
When I get home, I’ll have some chores to do.
In reality, I’ll probably take a nap.
I have a lot on my mind at the moment.
Does the guy on the baseball team like me?
Do my friends want the best for me?
I liked that movie I watched the other night.
Either way, these thoughts won’t matter.
Years from now these people won't exist to me.
Junior year is only temporary.
Once I graduate, I can forget everything that's happened.
I finished reading two books I bought yesterday.
I hadn’t had a full meal in a couple days.
I messed around with my contacts and put them back in.
Being able to see is a must.
I picked at my split ends and the massive knot in my hair.
I'm almost done with the day.
Since I don’t have practice tonight, it will be chill.
I'll drive home with the windows down.
My blue Honda Civic has the perfect sunroof.
Sometimes I stick my hands out of the top.
I'll blast some All Time Low or some other emo band.
I’ll look at all the things I was supposed to do.
They would have to wait another day.