who?
R
you?

when no one is around


are you more quiet? loud? do you laugh at the same jokes? do you smile as often? or at all? are you as outgoing or do you prefer the comfort of your own home? is your house clean? do you mind the mess? are you confident? shy? afraid?
what do you see in the mirror? do you recognize yourself? do you want to?



time spent with others is fun.

 

fun
fun
fun
fun
fun!!


roller-coasters are fun too.
but sometimes when you get off, you throwup.

yuck.


but it’s so much
FUN!


FUFUN
FUNN
FUN
FUN
FU
F—
U.

 

 

time spent with others is exhausting.

“yeah, same”
“mmhm”
“that’s so funny”
“no, i’m fine… yes, i’m sure”
actually..no, i’m not.

ugh.

I NEED A NAP
sweet dreams!
sleep tight!
goodnight!
good riddance.
recharge those batteries, ‘cuz you’re gonna need them later. 8 hours isn’t quite long enough. you find yourself in your dreams then lose yourself when you wake up just barely out of grasp. tragic, isn’t it?
tragic, isn’t it?
tragic isn’t it.
isn’t it?
tragic?

you ask questions and avoid answers. always.
it’s not because you have anything to hide.
the only skeleton in your closet isn’t even in your closet.
it’s in you,
it is you.
no.
it’s because you don’t know the answer. and the answer is unknown because the answer is you. and you literally don’t know you. a test you didn’t study for. mind blank. amnesia.


who are you?


you are the people around you. a stranger in the mirror but everyone’s favorite person in public. constantly validating, agreeing, smiling, helping, listening. you’re such a good listener. they don’t listen like you do. they don’t pretend like you do. it’s magical. so magical. you’re a majestic being.

speak your mind, no one else can speak it for you. but you articulate much better in your head. words come out scrambled. eggs over easy, words under hard. everyone confused. especially you. but what if your answer is different from theirs? overthinking to the point of you thinking for them. great minds sure do think alike. but too much of a good thing becomes a bad thing. at some point all hell will break loose. fire everywhere.
conflict!
conflict!!
conflict!!! 

confrontation means get ready to fight. choose your fighter. hopefully you’re the bigger person. if not, pretend to be.

the good news is everyone else seems to know who they are. strong opinions you always agree with. solid routines that influence your own. stealing isn’t so bad as long as you give it back later. right?

but maybe that’s life. maybe life gave them the perfect sized lemons to make the lemonade of their dreams and your dreams. maybe you should ask them where they got theirs. go to the same store, pay the same amount, squeeze, apply the same pressure, get the same lemonade.

yum.


so refreshing.
so refreshing.
so refreshing.
so exhausting.

make another.

making lemonade is so much fun!
funfun
fun
fun
fun…
f
u

drinking their lemonade is exhausting.
go make your own instead.

 

who are you?
are you, you?
are you them?
who am i?
will i ever know?
these questions need answers but i don’t know the answers.

x


are you more quiet? loud? do you laugh at the same jokes? do you smile as often? or at all? are you as outgoing or do you prefer the comfort of your own home? is your house clean? do you mind the mess? are you confident? shy? afraid?
what do you see in the mirror? do you recognize yourself? do you want to?



time spent with others is fun:

 

fun
fun
fun
fun
fun!!


roller-coasters are fun too.
but sometimes when you get off, you throwup.

(yuck.)


but it’s so much
FUN!

FUUN
FUNN
FUN
FUN
FU
F—
U.

 

 

time spent with others is exhausting:

“yeah, same”
“mmhm”
“that’s so funny”
“no, i’m fine… yes, i’m sure”
actually..no, i’m not.

ugh.

I NEED A NAP
sweet dreams!
sleep tight!
goodnight!
good riddance.
recharge those batteries, ‘cuz you’re gonna need them later. 8 hours isn’t quite long enough. you find yourself in your dreams then lose yourself when you wake up just barely out of grasp. tragic, isn’t it?
tragic, isn’t it?
tragic isn’t it.
isn’t it?
TRAGIC?

you ask questions and avoid answers. always.
it’s not because you have anything to hide.
the only skeleton in your closet isn’t even in your closet.
it’s in you,
it is you.
no.
it’s because you don’t know the answer. and the answer is unknown because the answer is you. and you literally don’t know you. a test you didn’t study for. mind blank. amnesia.


who are you?


you are the people around you. a stranger in the mirror but everyone’s favorite person in public. constantly validating, agreeing, smiling, helping, listening. you’re such a good listener. they don’t listen like you do. they don’t pretend like you do. it’s magical. so magical. you’re a majestic being.

speak your mind, no one else can speak it for you. but you articulate much better in your head. words come out scrambled. eggs over easy, words under hard. everyone confused. especially you. but what if your answer is different from theirs? overthinking to the point of you thinking for them. great minds sure do think alike. but too much of a good thing becomes a bad thing. at some point all hell will break loose. fire everywhere.
conflict!
conflict!!
conflict!!!
confrontation means get ready to fight. choose your fighter. hopefully you’re the bigger person. if not, pretend to be.

the good news is everyone else seems to know who they are. strong opinions you always agree with. solid routines that influence your own. stealing isn’t so bad as long as you give it back later. right?

but maybe that’s life. maybe life gave them the perfect sized lemons to make the lemonade of their dreams and your dreams. maybe you should ask them where they got theirs. go to the same store, pay the same amount, squeeze, apply the same pressure, get the same lemonade.


yum.


so refreshing.
so refreshing.
so refreshing.
so exhausting.

make another.

making lemonade is so much fun!
funfun
fun
fun
fun…
f
u

drinking their lemonade is exhausting.
go make your own instead.

 

who are you?
are you, you?
are you them?
who am i?
will i ever know?
these questions need answers but i don’t know the answers.

x

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