I think I just spent too much time staring at the cracks and eventually started mistaking them for windows.

how i love verbal fencing

I don't care what Google says; choice and decision are a whole different matter!

We have taken the entirely human fact that lives unfold differently and turned it into a race, then punished ourselves for not arriving at the same places at the same time. and they say we woke tf

There is something almost pathetic about becoming your own harshest judge and then calling it discipline. As if kindness would make me lazy, as if forgiveness would make me weak, as if I must keep myself slightly miserable just to remain useful.

I appear like I am chronically online, but perhaps that is only because I was built from algorithms

A little bit of everything the internet kept throwing at me—an opinion here, a strange joke there, some obscure piece of history I had no business knowing, three different philosophies at two in the morning, a song I heard once and somehow made part of my personality, and an unreasonable amount of information that will probably never become useful.

I really hope this starts running because I might actually be one of the kids in it 🥹. I’m really excited to see where this goes. I hope you keep going with it!

“I don’t have friends.”

Well… that’s because I’ve built an exceptionally hostile environment for friendship. I don’t text first, I disappear for days, my social battery is held together by prayer, I hate crowds, and apparently “let’s hang out sometime” is a terrifying contractual obligation.

Top-tier introvert. Low energy, high overthinking, mildly judgmental, and somehow always surprised that nobody has managed to breach the perimeter.

But hey, I’m working on it. Slowly. Very, very slowly.

I hate INTERVIEW AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

im too invested in other people's shit that it needs to be studied

I need someone else to hype me up to go crazy because I’m way too maternal with myself 😭. I’m always trying to keep myself safe, reasonable, and composed when sometimes I just need someone to grab me by the shoulders and be like GO. BE UNHINGED. DO THE THING. STOP ACTING LIKE YOU’RE YOUR OWN RESPONSIBLE AUNTIE. like i dont even have life experience 😭 fuck that interview for making me question my social life!!!

And then I’m sitting there like… okay, but what if the version of me on paper is not the version of me that shows up when someone looks directly at me?? What if I know myself perfectly fine until somebody asks me to prove it out loud?? Why does suddenly being perceived turn everything I know about myself into a suspicious little pile of MAYBE?? I’m here because I can’t be out there, but apparently being here means I now have to convince someone that I belong out there. OH MY GOD. I’M THE PAPER. I’M THE PERSON THE PAPER IS ABOUT. I’M ALSO THE IDIOT WHO HAS TO GO IN THERE AND EXPLAIN WHY THE PAPER IS ME. HELLO???? 😭 tbh I don't even like this place

ik you got a praise kink

You are as good as your worst dish

I think we are all biting at life like rabid dogs sometimes. Something appears, and we want it. Someone succeeds, and suddenly we want their life. An opportunity appears, and we panic that if we don't grab it immediately, it will disappear forever. We keep reaching, collecting, comparing, chasing—barely giving ourselves enough time to breathe and actually ask, Do I even want this?

I engineer crisis, there is a difference

I be on the street for a few sec and the first thing I see is ppl with patriotism boner

Im applying for desk job cuz im no social lubricant pls just recruit me tf

even with internet you cant find shit sherlock

idk man i tend to relate ui with uploaded intelligence rather than user interface do you get me?