On Saturdays she usually peeks out the stairwell. Hoping for a surprise. How’d he be there with a grin on his face. should she give up.

It’s one of those things where you feel so utterly bad and you wail so hard. And the best part is that you want to run and tell someone and wail to them, but that person is the reason why your feeling and doing so. So that's not possible is it.

Taxi ride

1: Wails* (you know the type where only dogs can hear cause the pitch is shrieking beyond control). Its the first time i cried over something like this
2: HUH?? Really. Bitch!!
1+2: uncontrollable laughter*

The taxi uncle must think we are idiots.

there still little wishes left in the back of my mind. and the front and the sides. I just saw one of my photo captions which wrote "cause imu"