Y0,

if i wrote a book.

it would be a memoir, obviously, due to my extreme self-involvment. it would be titled “sporting a head full of juvenile: how hair dye ruined my life”. seriously, i should quit cold turkey before my hair falls out.

i am so unexiting, it’s gross. i play scrabble with my dad and bake cookies from scratch and obsessively dye my hair. someone should just slap me across the face and scream “LIVE YOUR LIFE” but even that sounds cliché, (thank you so much, american eagle). i see all these movies and read all these books that make it seem like there’s things going on that i’m just clearly not a part of. i wonder if successful people feel this way. i’d guess no. i wish i had more thoughts and ideas and events going on in my life, if only for the sole purpose of having something to offer people who think they’re my friend. i’m not anyone’s friend; i’m boring.