Running to get the bus everyday dressed in skinny tights, bubble top and a leather jacket. I make
it up just in time before the bus leaves. I always wonder why I bother so much putting in so
much effort in making my way to school, 7 days a week, 8 hours a day and yet it feels like I’m
chasing the wind. A part of me says, “Hey, what’s the point? Let’s have fun till we get laid” while
the other half says, “hey, don’t forget to sign up on job sites and network”.
