Schrödingers Girl

I'm not a fairy. I'm not an angel. I am an invertebrate. Soft bodied and spineless, teetering on the edge of a crack in the pavement...

I don't have a fight or flight response. My body has developed the ability to automatically shape-shift into any inanimate object of choice.

I quite enjoy talking to myself

I never know what to do with myself

I didn't think it was possible for a person to hold themselves to such unachievable standards while also somehow simultaneously doing nothing to uphold oneself to said standards

does anyone wanna b friends and confess our deepest darkest secrets to each other like we're huddled around a campfire

all my problems are shamefully superficial and entirely self-inflicted but nevertheless this snake will continue to feast upon itself...

ready to have my Holden Caulfield winter (plagued by an inexorable sense of guilt and grief, experiencing sudden bouts of existentialism, using my impeccable sense of humor and ill-timed sarcasm as a suit of armor anytime I find myself uncomfortable with confrontation or reality, and the casual urge to run away.)