The autistic experience of constantly being told "you're such a sweet, lovely, polite girl!!" but nobody wants to be your best friend. Nobody jokes with you. Nobody enthusiastically invites you. You're used as a two dimensional placeholder friend rather than loved.
strawberry fanta is alarmingly red. i've never seen it out of the can until now. it's the same shade as the chinese food red sauce that makes you go crazy and hurt yourself and others
took a cherry coke to my favorite overlook spot. cop pulls up behind me and points to a no parking sign. i'm still idling, haven't stepped off the bike. i say i'm just looking at the view. he points to the massive house behind us and says "they pay millions for it. you don't."