Some days I want someone to want to learn how I work. I want them to want to know my thoughts without me saying them, why my face drops in the middle of a conversation, why I don’t know how to stay happy when I should be some days. I want someone to want to put up with me, but something stops the desire every time. I remember that regardless of how I may seem to everyone else, I’m a mess. I don’t understand myself. I don’t understand why I do things the way that I do them. I used to and then everything changed. I’m a train wreck trying everything that it can to hide itself and all I want is for someone to pull off the cover and tell me that it will be okay.
if youve never seen bo burnham
This has been a PSA