It would’ve been nice if instead of learning about the area of a pyramid, school could’ve taught me how to talk on the phone with an insurance agent without accidentally signing up to be double insured on a car that’s not even in my name and I don’t make payments on.
The definition of paranoia is me alone in the apartment when Ryan is traveling for work calculating whether I’d break my legs if I jumped out the two story window if I heard someone break in or if I should just test my luck hiding in the closet instead. #somuchcreaking