I have come to the conclusion that the words “I want to be left alone” somehow morph in the air as they fly toward my mother’s ears and come out as “Please sit on my bed and ask me about my feelings and how my heart is and everything that is making me angry and tell me about how being introverted makes me a bad person and that severe double depression and anxiety issues and abandonment issues are all something I’ve made up in my head and as soon as I realize that I’ll get better.”

Ear faeries you’ve really got to cut it out please.

K we both like each other just ask me out now.

Probably the future, if you could call it that. I have this forever-scrolling to-do list in my head and it’s been going since I started high school four years ago. But I’m always thinking of stuff I have to do in the future, so…