Things I Think About at 2am 💭
Random musings from a sleep-deprived brain. No structure, no thesis — just vibes and questions.
It's late. I should be asleep. Instead I'm here writing this, which probably tells you everything about who I am as a person.
Do We Actually Have a Favorite Color?
Or do we just pick one when people ask and then commit to it forever? Mine is supposedly purple but honestly I think I just said it once at age 7 and never corrected anyone.
The Nostalgia Thing
There's a specific kind of sadness that comes from loving something — a song, a show, a place — so much that the act of experiencing it makes you sad it will end. Even while it's happening.
You're happy and already grieving the happiness. Is that weird? That feels weird.
Anyway
I should sleep. If you're also awake reading this at some unreasonable hour — hi. You're not alone. We're both here, being a little unhinged together.
That's kind of nice, actually. 🌙