I've taken to having conversations with myself and forming shadows with my hands that dances across my table. Phone conversations now daunts me. I even choregraphed a dance with my stabilo color pens to feist's 1234. All of this sounds really bad in words, even without the part where I've formed mental random lists of everything and nothing. Something I thought about while eating ban mian alone at the foodcourt today(loser line of the century) , that- there's a thin line between independence and loneliness. Most of the time, I'm just reluctantly independent. hah
wrapped around your finger. tucked in your pocket. screwed.
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