The Manic Pixie Dream Girl Who Woke Up
The One Who Left Their Own Story
I stopped being your sidekick. Now what?
You might remember me from the montage where I handed you mixtapes and taught you to dance in the rain. I don’t do that anymore. These days, I drink cheap coffee, fold other people’s laundry for a living, and try to remember what my laugh sounds like when it’s not for an audience. I’m not mysterious. I’m not a metaphor. I’m learning how to be boring, and it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done.
What I'm Into: half-burned candles, the hum of a fridge at night, unfinished novels, the way my hands ache after work, not being interesting
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