so my art teacher assigned us to do a chalk pastel still life of fruits n shit and I was like “no”
so I drew a banana instead.
and my teacher came by like “you need to have more than one fruit in your still life”
so I was like “k”
and so I put that cherry on top of the banana and titled it “Banana Split Without The Ice Cream Because Life Is Full Of Disappointments: By Fall Out Boy“ and I turned that shit in.
My art teacher just started laughing out loud in the middle of class
maybe one day I’ll be cool enough to hang out with someone who uses a film camera and they’ll take a photo of me sitting in the passenger seat of their car and I’ll be laughing candidly enough for my eyes to be closed and they’ll let me use that photo as my profile picture on facebook
I hate being so sensitive. I hate being able to detect the slightest change in the way people message me, or talk to me, or look at me. I hate overthinking about it for the whole night. I hate when I can feel someone is slowly losing interest in me.
