that one broken charging cord.

i wish i was able to recharge my batteries.

you need to socialize more this is the time i need to breathe. decompression is not selfish.

you’re being such a hermit. after facing the public all day, the last thing i wish for is to sit in a crowd.

all your friends are going to leave you for people who put effort in. everyone is different. everyone has different tolerances. this does not make me a bad friend.

my brain feels like a frayed charging cord being held together by a dainty piece of electrical tape sometimes. my inner workings exposed for the world to see and harm, the copper conductors on the inside of the plastic coating working overtime to deliver some sort of power to the rest of the cord. my body feels like a cord struggling for a taste of electricity; grasping at something or someone to aid me in social situations. almost like that one broken charging cord that you throw in the corner of a junk drawer.