You know — when I sent that frowny face to Teno, that was an understatement. I was at work, and I read the tweet, and I felt something like the beginning of a panic attack. Fear and anxiety and worry and the heat. And he’ll never ever know because I won’t let him but I felt this really strange ache in my chest and it was like, oh my god, I’m getting twisted up over words! But I felt righteous, too… I already know I surround myself with stories and fanfiction and narrative. What else can I do? I haven’t found places to intern at. This summer is for me to crack Calculus 2, driving back and forth to campus, trying to prod and prod and prod at my dependence on my parents. I’m doing the best I can. How dare you say I am wasting myself.
"[Growing up] is hard and nobody understands." // https://www.homestuck.com/story/2391