Not being tied down ain't the same as being free; you set me free.

I'm so tired. It's not that I've been doing a lot of things recently, it's that I've been doing the same little things over and over again-- one monotonous day after another. I've been yawning a lot too and trust me, I don't need more sleep. It's the thought of the next morning that makes me yawn and the morning after that. 

I'd text you at 9pm, bored out of my wits and tell you to meet me in 7/11 in a few minutes. We'd sit on the steps in front of the brightly fluorescent-lit shop (you told me it gave you a migraine) and finish our slushies, maybe share a stick even. I have no clue what we'd be talking about or what we'd do after. I don't know what comes next but right now, not knowing what comes next is a nice thought.