not sure what to make of this me, the one who creates distance when prompted, but not when approached. the one who lacks a shell or quills, but proudly displays a spine
as much as one can complain about indeterminately perpetual monotony, there’s something a lot more nauseating about the repetitive cadence of a semester or school year
had the full gf experience today:
- she’s late for an event, doesn’t know what to wear
- can’t make up her mind on plans, eventually decides to have me drive her
- i need to get her starbucks on the way
- can’t give directions because she’s busy texting, we miss 4 turns