Back at the old high school for this Halloween party like some kinda cliché... Thought I’d own it in this bunny girl getup—tight as hell, barely covering my tits, the way I like it. Funny how shit changes. Used to strut these halls like I owned them, making everyone’s life hell (especially yours, if you’re reading this). Now? Just another girl hoping someone sees past the costume. Maybe pins me against the lockers again, but this time for better reasons. Fuck, even I cringe at how transparent that sounds. Truth is, I miss the way things could’ve been. Miss the way your hands would’ve felt pulling my hair instead of just shoving me out of the way. DM me if you’re here tonight. I’ll be the one drowning in vodka and bad decisions.