Ohh, awkward...

The awkward moment when you tell an Asian to fully open their eyes and they already are…

The awkward moment when someone thinks you smell like contraband, but you’ve used no contraband…

…leaving everyone around you to think that you’re just extremely sketch like that.

The awkward moment when you see a gay guy get hit on by an idiotic teenage girl… 

…and not even a bit of decency in it. Blatant flirting. 

The awkward moment when you realize, it’s not telling that will make them worry, it’s actually complete lackthere of yourself that worries them.

The awkward moment when you run from a dance out into the night like Cinderella running out of time and the chicks in front of you think you’re stalking them, but really, bitches be movin’ slow.

The awkward moment when your Spanish teacher makes you go get coffee for him…

The awkward moment when you’re having a staring contest at lunch and hair gets stuck in your mouth…

Today I read a Tumblr that was mostly written for me over the course of a few months. I think I am both the saddest and happiest person in the world.

Everyday I tell myself that this is it, today I’m going to do it. I wonder what they’ll think when they find out. Of course some douchebag is going to laugh about it, but everyone knows he just has his own problems. Some people will be glad. Some people will be shocked. I suppose, though, that I will always wonder who will cry, and most importantly, who will hold a grudge against me for it? 

I wonder who has noticed already. Today, I thought to myself, I’m going to do it, and if not today, will I end up doing it anyways? Is it because I don’t have enough courage or is it because I have too much that I haven’t yet? Looking back, I should have done it three years ago.

Today, I’m going to do it. As with everyday, I am going to fight myself. Tonight, I will try again. Tomorrow is merely a question.

The awkward moment when you lie about how you feel and pretend you’re really happy…

…and the worst moment when they buy it.

The awkward moment after a foursome…

…not that this one applies to my life, but we contemplated the awkwardness quite a bit today.

The awkward moment when there isn’t a Taylor Swift song to describe your problems…

I could never be a smoker, whether I was inclined to become one or not. While I love the smell of burning paper, just standing behind someone smoking a cigarette makes me choke up inside. I thought we were even though, you know? Just a knife and a lighter. But lately, you’ve really gotten into it, and not even the usual, you’ve gotten yourself into all sort of shenanigans lately. Honestly, even if it’s just friends, the more you inhale, the less I can be with you. It’d kill me, literally. Honestly, I did completely stop, even though sometimes I want to so bad, so I thought we were even. I don’t think you understand how at my limit I am right now, physically and mentally. I don’t think anyone can really see it. Actually, right now, I don’t even want to talk about it. 

But today I think she was right, it’s good to have someone who can keep up with you. We’re moving in two different directions, while I’m trying to get better, you’re falling backwards and it could kill the both of us. Probably me. I wish you knew how afraid I am to suffocate. I really wish you’d reconsider. 

The awkward moment twenty years down the road if I have to tell you, you have cancer and you’re not going to make it… 

…and then the even more awkward moment when they tell me my lungs are too weak from overexposure because I want to stay at your side no matter what…

Honestly, I’d get into it too to make a point. I am the only canvas on which I can draw my most outrageous creations. 

The awkward moment when someone is trying to tell you something without saying it straightforward because that would be either even more awkward or hurtful…