YOU ARE NOT DROWNING.

         ‘  i had a bag of candy on this table    no more than two seconds ago !  ‘   face turns incredulous,    though it isn’t as if it’s hard to believe that if she looked away someone would take it.    ‘  i    want    my goddamn peach rings back.  ‘

          ‘  you don’t seriously    think i didn’t just see you take that,    do you  ?  ‘    @mischievoury. 

         ‘  sonya.  no.    that’s not a good enough excuse.    unless i’m literally on fire and about to die,    you don’t do that  !  ‘    in reality,    she wasn’t all that upset about it.    a little annoyed,    sure.    all for the sake of comic exaggeration,    right  ?

          ‘  quick question:    is it over - dramatic to fling yourself over a cliff because of homework  ?  ‘    @entropious. 

          ‘  she really tried talking to me when i had    headphones in this morning  !    that’s,    like,    the universal sign for    leave me alone.    doesn’t she know that  ?  ‘    @alexandrovnas. 

ummmm how dare you come here and disrespect my artistic integrity :/  that’s it anny idk how much more of this Hatred i can take!

                                      LET ME DREAM MYSELF BACK INTO SEVEN YEARS OLD.

-    this is eve  ‘ evie  ‘  conrad,    a struggling northern american eighteen year old with anxiety,    depression,    and a very bad sense of humor. -    she’s a little pretentious and scholarly,    which is made ironic by the fact that she’s actually not very good in school.    she’s a little lost in terms of her abilities and is in a kind of limbo in her schoolwork.    considering history,    but her wild mess of course choices is point more towards a humanities major. -    don’t @ me,    but she’s a little bit of a self - insert.    i made her when i was around twelve or thirteen and was figuring out my own mental health issues.    she was essentially a muse i could project myself onto while i was testing things out.    i have sense moved away from that part of my life,    so she stands as a bit of a  ‘ who i was ‘  kind of story for me.    in any case,    she’s very important to me and she deserves all the help i never received at that stage of my life.

me: its me. its us. its humanity, stripped. this is our true nakedness- we are painted with stars and consumed by the cosmos, only to come back again brighter than before. my heart is the sun and my soul is the void.