on my mind
i need to work harder, juxtaposing, intuitive eating (curry! fruit smoothies! vegetarian burgers! pizza! crunchy cookies! ruffles! pulled pork?!), honesty, sincerity, Alex Turner’s voice, satisfaction, independence, existential questions, writing things down, dry eyes, whims, contentment, pushing oneself, a soft chuckle at how fickle some things can be, classes, order, friends, gratitude, the absurdity of the number of weeks of this semester that has already passed
Better to be slapped with the truth than kissed with a lie.
Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”