If my thoughts had a group chat.
I’m sitting in class, pretending to listen. But actually, my mind is somewhere else entirely—deep inside a group chat that no one else can see. Then suddenly someone says FOCUS STUDY LISTEN Then i go back to the chat in my mind. It’s loud in there. Chaotic, messy, weirdly familiar. It’s the one place where all versions of me talk at once. Not out loud, of course. But inside my head, all day. This group chat doesn’t have a name, but it might as well be called “Brain Drama, 24/7.” One moment, I’m thinking about my to-do list. Next second? Imagining what it’d be like to run away to a tiny café in Italy with zero responsibilities and perfect croissants. And in between all that, someone in the chat who i just HATE. decides it’s the perfect time to remind me of that one embarrassing thing I did four years ago. Because why not? It’s not organized. No one asks for permission before they speak. There’s no admin. No rules. Just noise. A part of me wants to work hard, do better, prove...