Let's see now...
I'm fucking depressed
because I realize she's only being 'nice'...
I hit the gym...
I'm sweaty,
I'm exhausted...
I'm bloated thanks to that shake...
And of course,
the bus just won't come...
So what happens?
I get a tap on the shoulder
from the chick at the gym.
What is she, high?
Didn't she get the memo?
So we talked.
And talked on the bus.
And talked as I walked her to where she was meeting a friend.
I'd seen her so many times before,
and that was the first time
I'd ever really spoken with her.
We exchanged numbers,
and maybe,
just maybe we might
be hanging out sometime soon.
Fucking weird.
The hell's going on?
