I’m at that point in a semester where if a car hit me, I’d probably say thank you to the kind stranger
list of cool things to call me (not cute)
do you ever just wonder if there’s someone who secretly thinks about you and wants to talk to you but doesn’t know how
Sometimes I forget I’m a person and that I do things and I forget about other people and how they want to do things and how the things I want to do affects what they want to do and do you ever just think about how weird it is that everybody has arms and legs? Like we have these cool limbs like trees and they do things for us but our brain thinks of the thing we need to do like walking and it just happens or my thumbs typing this it’s just happening. I forget I’m a person. I don’t like it when people can see when I’m sad or feeling down cause then they want to try and cheer me up but no no please leave me alone let me be let me figure this out I don’t like being a person.