borrowedthoughtscafe
a collection of thoughts i probably would not say out loud.
things i notice about people. things i miss. things i pretend not to care about. opinions no one asked for. questionable decisions. memories that come back at inconvenient times. tiny existential crises. movies that changed my brain chemistry. songs i have accidentally built entire personalities around.
i write about growing up, love, loneliness, identity, creativity, friendships, strangers, being perceived, being misunderstood, wanting everything and sometimes wanting nothing at all.
mostly, i am interested in people and why they do the things they do. the conversations we replay in our heads. the people we wonder about long after they have left. the strange little moments that somehow end up meaning everything.
somewhere between a diary and a conversation with someone i have never met.
written anonymously because some thoughts are easier to tell strangers.
consider this the table in the back of a cafe that probably does not exist, where the conversation gets a little too personal.