I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.
trying to argue with someone over text is like being italian and having to talk with handcuffs on
- 15-year-old me: MOM I'm practically an ADULT ugggh you never let me do ANYTHING in olden times i could get MARRIED *eye roll into another dimension*
- me now: for my birthday i want food and to stay on your health insurance
I gave so much to someone who never appreciated it.
I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.
“hey im emotionally unstable and not good at texting do u wanna date me”
i am that person who constantly jiggles their leg i’m s orry