some filthy folk

I have only found a title for this one. Nothing else comes to mind. Only the fact that my window is not high enough for me to jump.

yeah. Walthamstow

you are so far and I've been waiting. I hate the train, I can't stand the bus, I'd rather walk and come and find you in Walthamstow.

been waiting

I have been waiting for so long. For a change. Now I am not only the girl with the bad hair, I am also the girl who is left behind. I couldn't do it. I couldn't do the sprint. And there were so many others, older than me, that could do it.