So in my dorm there is some RD guy (I forget what it stands for [and what he does, but it’s some random authorative figure]) named Rob, and he has a whiteboard that people can write messages on. He lives right next to my dorm, so I see his whiteboard frequently.
So one day he wrote “Out for a run.”
I decided to finish up the strange poem by
It turns out, I wrote every line because I’m arrogant like that. I used different handwriting to so I can comfort myself and talk with my imaginary friends because I am lonely and will be devoured by the haunted chair at the end of the hallway in 6 days.