Reading this makes me feel a sense of disease in my sense of self. A disconnect between my divergent conceptions of who I am.
It's painful, sure, but it's meaningful pain. Cathartic.
I don't generally consider myself an overly hubristic person, but that all changes when I'm trying to suck the past lychee jelly out of my boba
I don't use social media much so I get most of my pop culture knowledge from the video panels in the new york subway. All I've managed to learn is that homemade ravioli is out and smores-inspired deserts are in.
