Work time ended. All the way back, I was only hitting 60 on the speed. It wasn't really common for me to drive like that. Partially in me, I was proud of myself. Assuming I took my tolerance level to another stage. If you have read so far, you might think this is a good thing.
Not true.
Perhaps outside was soaking wet. Speeding just not right on the slippery road. Maybe I was just cold. Led to deep-seated emotions I hardly had a grasp on. Ironic how one's emotional can be affected by the dripping rain. That interval of time, wishing to have someone to cuddle. Nothing more, just cuddle. Tightly along the night.
That just better than watching newborn Nebula's bloom.
Lamer, I called myself. I was being emo for no reason. Maybe it was just an obsession. In any case, being emotional does a little for the soul when one stressed. Yes, stress swallowing me.
Black eyeliner, black nail polish.
Evolved. Shoot me with silver bullet!
In Europe, they don't call it Lala. It's emotive hardcore!
