Mostly Adequate!
Hey there you mopey dipshit, I’m writing to you from 10 years in the future, long after you’ve stopped listening to My Chemical Romance because you can’t articulate your feelings and right after you’ve started listening to them again because now you can. There’s a lot we should talk about, starting with some feelings you’ve …
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I’m in a coffee shop, and I think some guy is staring at me. It’s only been a minute, but he hasn’t stopped looking at me. I don’t think he’s just gone empty and is just staring in a random direction either. I do that, and whenever I do, I break out of it when …
If my cat was human, I think she’d be a child psychologist, probably working at a school. She has the empathy of someone who deeply understands the emotions and experiences of those around her, but she has the cool, kitty distance of someone who can process information efficiently without judgment, even if it’s tragic. My …
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I am in a unique position where I can stare directly at someone I’ve known for years, stick my tongue out at them, wave, and make trumpet sounds, and they won’t notice me. Or they’ll notice me, but they won’t register who exactly is staring them down frantically muttering “toot toot.” There are plenty of …
It’s odd how I can logically know I’m competent but still doubt that with the same fervor that every teenager has for their favorite angsty music with a lead singer who is attractive in an “I can fix them” sort of way. I know I’m an ok writer because I have evidence to remind myself …
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Non-Euclidean Sofa 