I don't want to be saved

Hell, I’d pay to see that. You should still do it. Have a New Years card or something, I don’t know. 

“Happy Birthday to me, I guess.”

"Not fond of celebrations?”

“Exactly, that’s part of my problem here. I mean I’m gonna study at some point anyway but whether I study more… I’m not sure.”

"I’d say fuck it. No matter how much prom might suck, it can’t be worse than studying.”

"A high school costume party sounds a hell of a lot better than studying for midterms. Then again, they both sound like a horrible choice.”

Yeah ummmm, I can feel that… Class is just, ahhh, well boring… I am totally, ahhh, down for whatever, ummm, Chipotle is. 

You don’t know what Chipotle is? Well then it’s about damn time. It’s the best Mexican food you’ll ever have.

I’m just, ahhh, well done. Like ummm, I hate it.

Well, my head is gonna explode if I have to sit through another one of Mrs. Millrun’s classes. I’m heading downtown to get some Chipotle. You’re free to join me unless you wanna stay here to rot.

I just ummmm, wish the ahhh, school year was over…. Already.

You and me both. It fucking sucks.

“I do too, it’s supposed to be hard though. It’s not like Christmas where you eat a bunch and just open presents the whole time… or I think that’s what you do.”

"That’s probably what stereotypical families usually do on Christmas. I wouldn’t know. It’s always just been me and my dad.” Shrugging her shoulders, she tilted her head and furrowed her brows slightly. “Why do you do it, though? I mean, what do you gain from it?”

cause i just wanna feel something real

“This is only my second year doing it, but yeah.”

"Well, kudos to you. I couldn’t do it. I love food way too much.”