now?

he calls me baby all the time. i can't help but think it's like that one sam smith song. the way my days are going by, it's like my bad highs are right and this is not real life. she can't be the woman who gets angry because of her skin color. i drink a liter and a liter a day or try to anyway. like, it's technically an okay thing to do. laughing made the situation seem less embarrassing while the words of those around sounded so comfortable, relaxed. a lettuce wrap is just like a sandwich, right? he assaulted her? what are you mad at me for? should i grow a beard? did you eat today? you had a crush on me in tenth grade, why are you declaring your love for me now?