that kid was so stupid
Saturday night, some stupid kid that my roommate brought home came out of her room for a minute, just wanting to talk to us. I was laughing at something one of my friends said.
“Annette,” he said, “you’re just a trip.” I just looked at him and kept laughing, confused by what he meant at all.
“What do you mean?” I asked, still coming down from some laughing gas.
“Well, you’re just always so happy,” he continued. “Whenever I see you, you always have a smile on your face, or you’re laughing.”
Today I was putting my pants on in the bathroom, and I started crying. My jeans were still around my ankles.