in the morning, i will feign ignorance, pretending to be fast asleep and unaware as you pull on your shirt and socks
we should have been theater concentrators, like, if we never talk about it, it just never happened you're just so nonchalant, and i'm just melodramatic
and i'm never satisfied unless it's something tragically comic so tonight, let's pretend to be enemies, let's become lovers, let's drown in shared regrets, get too familiar with each other
after all, tomorrow, when we wake, it'll all be over your missing friends and my crushing hangover will, once again, inevitably, reduce us to strangers
people who major in certain fields are called "concentrators" at my college