So I know these two girls. They're my best friends. We stay up past midnight on school nights, and complain about homework. Then we get to school and complain about how tired we are, how we didn't do our homework, and how we won't be able to do any work that day.
But the nights. These nights. They far outweigh the days. Outshine. We talk about our boyfriends. How much we love them, and how much we hate them. We talk about how amazing love is, and how much it sucks. We talk about how pointless school is, and how we can't wait to see each other there the next day. We talk about our dreams, our hopes. The ideas in our minds that may never come true. But we imagine.
Imagine if we lived together. It'd be hopeless. We'd never sleep, never get anything done. Just lie in bed all night, all day, talking...
Oh sorry, did I say hopeless?
I meant perfect.
But the nights. These nights. They far outweigh the days. Outshine. We talk about our boyfriends. How much we love them, and how much we hate them. We talk about how amazing love is, and how much it sucks. We talk about how pointless school is, and how we can't wait to see each other there the next day. We talk about our dreams, our hopes. The ideas in our minds that may never come true. But we imagine.
Imagine if we lived together. It'd be hopeless. We'd never sleep, never get anything done. Just lie in bed all night, all day, talking...
Oh sorry, did I say hopeless?
I meant perfect.
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