No sleep.

I don't know if it's bad how I like that you smoke.

Like you were doing today. I didn't see you at first.

You were sitting by that huge tree outside, where my infestive search for a trash can had led me. I was carrying an empty Nescafe latte in my hand. I almost walked passed you, too.

You called me and I whipped my head around so fast it almost spun. "Papasok ka?"

We've never spoken. Ever.

"Naghahanap lang ako ng trash can." I explained. I chucked the empty can at the heap of garbage collecting by the ledge. "Ikaw?"

"Papasok." Smoke escaped from your lips.

I can't remember if I nodded. But I went inside the lec hall feeling like a dolt. A dolt who could fucking vomit rainbows.

...

Oh, cheese.