I didn’t have ‘German Chancellor suffers eye injury after jogging accident and posting pics of himself with an eyepatch and “I’m excited for the memes” on twitter on my 2023 bingo card and yet
my step mom was asking me more questions about the nonbinary thing and after talking to me for a bit, she said “oh, so youre a rosé! not a chardonnay transitioning to a merlot, just your own unique type” which was such a middle aged white woman way to frame it, but i cannot lie gang. it did make me want to cry
No matter what your body looks like or your face looks like, you are stunning, you are beautiful,you are wonderful. You’re allowed to love yourself the way you are. The way you look. You’re so cute and pretty.
Sometimes I hyperfocus so hard on something, I forget I’m a person until someone interacts with me. I feel like some wild animal seeing a human being for the first time. I’m like “oh yeah I’m supposed to speak and stuff”
Me: *doing something for hours on end without stopping*
Someone: Hey, are you there? I was just wondering if you’d like to-
Me:
For every single person in the notes going “yeah” or “same” or something like that…
being 25 is like: im dying. im living my best life. im a failure. my life hasnt started. everything interesting has already happened to me. im achieving my dreams. im cutting my hair with kitchen scissors. im starting a skincare routine. im a corporate professional. im a sellout. im out of groceries. i have too many groceries. i am never going to be successful. i am going to win a hugo award before im 30. im crazy. im boring. i need to finish this essay. i need to finish this story. i need to start a newsletter. i need to start tweeting more. i need to stop tweeting. i need to ghost all my friends. i need to tell my friends i love them. i need to find a new apartment. i need to take out the trash. i am the trash that needs to be taken out.
