"Just call me Kenny," I always say for my real name is, somehow, impossible for others to pronounce.
This is tapping on keys, sipping on drinks, and staying up on school nights. This is venting about heartbreak, feeling sorry for myself on the days I'm hit hardest by my own insecurities (all while Netflix plays in a second tab). This is rambling about things I like to think I know all about (which lets be honest, I don't). This is me, not knowing what I'm doing.
And this, is you. Here. Possibly doing the same.