Any time I let it, the weight of living creeps in and starts to drag me down. It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored. People talk to me, but it feels like they are outside a house, talking through the walls…There’s a false beast that takes the form of instinct and harps on the pointlessness of everything that happens.
SO THIS GUY WAS TRYING TO HIT ON THIS GIRL IN MY CLASS TODAY AND THIS HAPPENED
- Douche: hey
- Nice girl:
- Douche: HEY
- Nice girl: what?
- Douche: you know, there should be a warning sign on my dick
- Nice girl: excuse me?
- Douche: yeah, it should say choking hazard lol *hi fives bros*
- Nice girl: isn't that a label they put on small objects?