there we were rightsmack in the centre, re-labeling people's names. saravanan&yanakrishnan (i still insist) must be coughing to their deaths by now. freakin' peaceful with the full moon and all.
when the sad moves out, it finally remains empty. like fat people eat to fill up the void. i loiter and stroll on empty streets. then finally comfort myself with appledippers (okaylah, that one im super addicted to). i really wanna get away from it all.
still, no one. no one can take away my nights from me.