Even Winning Feels Bad
My tears fall in sync with Echos Myron playing quietly in the background. Freshly 24 with nothing to show for it but some Twitter followers and lots of opinions. I fear that my hipsterness has kept me from finding a true, genuine light within me. I reject my algorithm even when it tries to plead a case for self-care. I swipe past hopecore as fast as I swipe past TikTok shop ads. I think the root of all my problems started in middle school when I realized I could be a "chill" girl. I was the kid who spent time getting analyzed outside of school. I had such deep, complex emotions that I couldn't compartmentalize at a young age, and it made me feel so lost. It was around 12 that I noticed I could just kinda be... one note... chill... cool... even while I felt weird and eccentric. The real problem lies within my high school self, where I decided it was cool to be emotionless. With all the crazy hormones coursing through my body, it felt f...
