Now its reminding me how Halloween Horror Nights did a commercial where this girl goes into the restrooms trying to clean her clothes and as she looks into the mirror she sees these people in mannequin masks and suits and she gets killed before she could run. Imagine if she heard this song, she would be confused but it'll slow down as soon the beat is down
And I'm here at this video again, now I just wonder how my summer would've been if I never went to Bangladesh. If only I was able to grind out the c3 s3 bp then I wouldn't have fomo. I need to stop reminiscing about the past and romanticizing my sixth form routine. I honestly don't know whats worse, the summer melancholy or the lethargic winter depression.