I’m not paranoid, but everyone thinks I am.

That awkward moment when someone asks you what’s wrong… and they’re the problem.

Yes, I dance in my car. Yes, I see you staring at me. No, I do not care.

I hate when I have so much to say but I can’t put it in words.

When my mom is baking and asks if anyone wants to lick the spoon
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Photo taken on a roller coaster
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Expectation:

Reality:

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