This is just going to be me, typing what I happen to be thinking about. I’ve been having a recurring identity crisis where I’ll be in conversation with someone and realize that I care ABSOLUTELY NOT AT ALL about whatever it is they want me to have opinions about. Then I begin to worry that I’m not interested in anything. Then it’s a big downward spiral wherein I try desperately to figure out if I actually exist.
If I exist: I like pugs, food, pretty things, my roommate’s brother, sleeping.
