Melt in yellow & observe a cloud of blackness.

Why me? Why do I do these things that get me into so much trouble?

I talked to him today. You know, him. 

Everything was fine and dandy. We were standing outside of his car. He told me he really needed to go home. I didn’t want him to, not at all. I stood in front of his car door so I was blocking it. But he merely picked me up and placed me to the side, opened the door and got in. 

“Here. You can have the rest of my McDonald’s Ice Tea,” he said, sitting the cup on the ground. 

I seriously thought it was empty guys. Seriously. And, well…I kicked it. It was definitely full. Like, almost all the way full.

He was wet. The floor of his car was wet. The side of his door was wet. 

All I could say was “I am so sorry.”

He left. I left. He sent me a text message saying the speakers don’t work in his car door now. 

Pretty sure he’s mad at me. Pretty sure it’s going to cost a lot to fix his speakers. Pretty sure I should pay for it, since it was my fault. 

Ugh. My life.