I had a bag of laundry, but their washer was broke. So, I went to the laundromat. I asked my friend to come along, but he couldn’t. Whipped sucker!
After I started my clothes, I went to the bathroom. Walls covered in graffiti, like always. Sometimes, it's funny.
Lots of 'fuck you's', 'eat shit's,' 'ur moms a whore,' homophobic slurs—typical stuff.
I look on another wall, and see 'I love...'
Dang, I forgot about that. Him.
Tears fill my eyes.