underground man comes out of his bunker and realise still,
nothing compares more to a cheese burrito.
The underground man would like a cheese burrito, and the underground man wants something that he doesn't know.
He doesn't know what he wants.
I really wonder, you know, what other productive things I could be doing instead of writing a blog entry in the middle of dior's glory on the 9th floor. Maybe homework, maybe uncompleted assignments, maybe some kind of a supernova.
I realise there may be more emergency to me finishing my chem (?) homework than binge watching and binge ordering guitar things online. Guitar man is tired.
What is a future if you can't even stay with the people you love and figure out life on your own, what is a future if you don't even have enough money to save up to to the next year,
you know,
when you move in together and things get better,
when you finally "settle"