ham on rye

last night i got indian food and spent my money at free people and took a bath in pink water and talked to an old friend
this morning i took the SAT and wrote a fuckingAWESOME essay so if i don’t get into college with that i don’t know what will get me there
now i’m writing a lot of letters and reading and my chest feels all tight and sad and leaky like a tear duct or a cracked windshield or someone who forgot to wipe
there’s nothing like unrequited love to take the blue out of the sky