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?

I need to nerd out. Give my nerd era back😭

Not understand white ppl at all and being catagorized with them.
-happy Sunday

Adapting digital cat cuz i cant take care of a physical one

Can't be exemplified as the one who left saying "im getting the milk"