birdbath@birdbath
She comes to your apartment, immediately asking "Can I smoke in here?" as she is already lighting a Camel Crush, ashing it directly onto your coffee table. She crushes up an Adderall with an H&M giftcard that has $50 on it that she'll never spend. On her cracked iPhone with a Hello Kitty case, she shows you pictures of the paintings she's been doing. The good ones look like abstract vaginas, probably by accident, and the bad ones look like mythological stoner sluts drawn by a sad child who was exposed to TikTok early in their development. She is snorting the Adderall as she tells you that her parents won't get off her back about dropping out of liberal arts school. You are exhausted, hours must have gone by. She's been here for 10 minutes. You know, with chilling certainty, you are going to do everything in your power to date her for at least 6 months. The pussy will be nothing exceptional, you're just tired of being alone.
