F22,75 looking for friends that don't ask to many question as they tire me greatly. But I still wanna talk. just no interviews

Isn't it funny how the one we love the most hurt the least when we met them go?

Oh Darcy, you perfect mistake. You homemade jam, you theater-kid-musicial, you dark brown black head. You shirt-tucked-in Wildflower. You misprinted letter. You perfect imperfection. How I wish you were mine. But I believe knowing you exist is enough.

Hello, my name is Phoebe and I'm nearly 23 years old. I'm a Maychild. And I believe my friends can feel it. They love me greatly, yet they don't show it much, or maybe I just can't see it. I don't know. It's definitely cruel some days. Not all days though.

I got new pliers. They make the pliersounds I love so deeply. Even more than handdrawn lines. I hate ai though. Not because it steals jobs, overfills Pinterest, and produces fakes. I hate it because it feels soulless. Even the worst drawing made by a human has so much more spirit.

I like thinking about medieval stuff, well also thinking in general. Also dreaming. And I hate people who wave their hand in front of my face when I'm just looking into an direction. I know you exist, but I want to be alone with my thoughts.

I also hate people that talk to you when you're wearing headphones. I wear them for a reason. I need that music right now. And I definitely don't need you to talk about anything.

I also like drawing and stuffed animals, gaming and candles, writing letters talking about my life to my closest friends, watching movies with my phone far away, playing video games and sitting in discord listening to my friends arguing about life.

Some days I just wanna strapped to a chair and take no decisions on my own. Just sit there and exist. Other days I want to be free. Oh well.