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
not really fair to say in this context because that just pushes it back a step but the point is that whatever explanation id come up with is defi post hoc