people are like “how do you make friends”
and i’m like dawg, im deadass texting multiple strangers i met on friday asking questions like we on a first date. i’m out here showing up to support creative projects of girls i met 6 days ago. it is effort
i wake up, i cry over spilt milk, put all of my eggs in one basket, bite off more than i can chew, jump the gun, fly off the handle and then die on that hill
i asked my therapist “what if I’m not funny after I’ve healed”? he replied “ then i did my job, because once you’ve healed, you’ll realize, there was nothing funny about what you went through” 😭 😭 😭