I wonder how many stranger’s stories we make it into? You know maybe someone saw you in passing and told their friends about how pretty the girl in the lavender sweater. Or maybe they overheard you say a joke and repeated it to their friend confessing that they heard it from some guy at the store.
Ahh the sweet smell of being replaced
do you ever start to get like really irrationally mad at people for no reason like because they’re standing around in the kitchen and won’t leave when you want to get some food or they move something you set down somewhere else or they forget to close the door when they leave like it’s just a stupid little thing but it makes you so mad
the problem with reading a good book is that you want to finish the book but you don’t want to finish the book
when you need to cough in an exam but you’ve already coughed like twice so you just sit there suffocating