I often wonder why certain things seem funny giggling in class stupid juvenile jokes scrawled across wrinkled scraps of paper some is offensive i'm shocked I wrote it in review some is raunchy I wonder if something passed between me and you but mostly I think it was just the thrill because it was between you and me wasting our days scribbling away on torn pieces of paper
and its even worse when my mom finds them and goes through them. like today for instance. ahhh, privacy you holy grail, discover your loyal believer that maybe you exist somewhere