You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.
adult emailing culture is overthinking how polite you sound and forgetting to send the attachments
me: i am INSPIRED i want to WRITE
my brain, immediately: i have never once even seen a sentence
i need to stop imagining scenarios in my head that have a -2% chance of actually happening it’s becoming a problem
i am an idiot sometimes but sometimes i am an idiot to be funny you know? for the joke. and i want people to know the difference. sometimes my actions are purposeful. sometimes i think. i want you to know that. even when i am just being a regular idiot i choose to say things knowing i am an idiot. i am the chooser of my own fate. i am the god of my own reality.
