I can't believe food costs money.

Feel completely unable to do anything. Try to picture your life in five years. It really seems like you will be dead.

Being sick feels like you're wearing someone else's glasses.

I want to pull very long, multi-colored strings out of my brain and place them next to a bowl of Doritos at a party

I can't believe food costs money.

If someone asks me where I bought something I’m wearing, I will usually say I don’t remember.

Something was comforting about strangers—it seemed like they would exist forever as the same, unknowable mass.