what even is this
It's like gum you've chewed on for too long.
Pointless and tasteless but you keep chewing it cause why not.
It's too hard.
Writing about this kind of stuff.
So maybe I won't.
She has this laugh made of sprinkles.
Sprinkles on top of a vanilla ice cream cone. Cone not a cup.
I've never been "the funny one". Always "the quiet one", "the talented one". I mean I'll take it.
But she makes me feel funny.
If you make her laugh you feel like you've accomplished something that day and you can go to bed. It feels good.
Sometimes days feel like old chewed up gum that you should just spit out, but you're holding onto it because WHO THE FREAK KNOWS WHY.
And other days are filled with sprinkles.
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