Hahaha Wait, you thought we were what? A, 'unit'? Who says that? I was sitting with my friend He was lonely He asked He's a friend I'm not allowed to sit with a friend? This automatically makes him my boyfriend? Two days? So what. Get over it sillies I sit with you everyday Two lunches alone with a good friend Is not a pink slip You've got each other, don't be jealous And besides, its two freaking days! The world has not ended My 'relationship status' hasn't changed Calm down, and carry on.
A silly slightly ranty poem about some silly crazy friends
And, I suppose a sort of metaphorish thing for my annoyance at high school drama and how overblown things get