if you’re not obsessed with anything weird and niche please try harder. stop going outside for a while. consider getting weirder about the things you already like
imagine being the first ancient person to realize that the ocean and their tears taste the same. imagine realizing that your sorrow and the waves share a taste. i wouldve gone crazy
college is like. i am the stupidest person in the world. i am a god. i am universally loved. these people only tolerate me because they live with me. everyone in this library desires me carnally. i am repulsive. i am myself. i am as far from myself as i have ever been. i am an adult and i have never left the womb.
i am trying to make myself a new person. all i want to be is my old self. high schoolers on college tours find me mysterious and mature. i am a bumbling fool. i am marketable. i am only here to learn. i can make this place my home. the idea of having a home besides the one i grew up in makes me sick. i was admitted for a reason. they actually sent my rejection letter to the wrong person. i am always growing but hopelessly stagnant.
