the chains were popping

SPACE SANDWICH

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no i got 12k sorry

yeah

i got 3482 is that enough to win

well no

im leaving*

do you ever feel like a plastic bag

my whole damn screen green and i get 5240 and looking at my phone like :0

i need to watch the timer lol

His eyes genuinely scare me, and I don’t even know how to explain it without sounding dramatic. It’s not like they’re “weird” or anything on the surface—it’s the intensity. When he looks at me it feels way too direct, like he’s staring straight through me instead of just at me, and it makes my stomach drop a little every time. I’ll catch his gaze for a second and instantly want to look away, because it’s like there’s something cold and unreadable sitting behind them, like he’s thinking ten steps ahead or judging every tiny thing I do without saying a word. What freaks me out most is how calm he is while doing it. He can be standing there looking completely normal, even talking like nothing’s wrong, but his eyes don’t match the vibe at all—they stay dark, focused, and almost too still. It makes me feel on edge, like I’m being watched or sized up, and I hate the feeling of not knowing what he’s thinking. It’s that kind of look where you start second-guessing yourself for no reason, like “am I doing something wrong?” or “did I miss something?” and suddenly I’m hyper-aware of everything. I don’t know if he means to come across like that, but it’s real—his eyes make me uneasy in a way I can’t just laugh off.

His eyes genuinely scare me, and I don’t even know how to explain it without sounding dramatic. It’s not like they’re “weird” or anything on the surface—it’s the intensity. When he looks at me it feels way too direct, like he’s staring straight through me instead of just at me, and it makes my stomach drop a little every time. I’ll catch his gaze for a second and instantly want to look away, because it’s like there’s something cold and unreadable sitting behind them, like he’s thinking ten steps ahead or judging every tiny thing I do without saying a word. What freaks me out most is how calm he is while doing it. He can be standing there looking completely normal, even talking like nothing’s wrong, but his eyes don’t match the vibe at all—they stay dark, focused, and almost too still. It makes me feel on edge, like I’m being watched or sized up, and I hate the feeling of not knowing what he’s thinking. It’s that kind of look where you start second-guessing yourself for no reason, like “am I doing something wrong?” or “did I miss something?” and suddenly I’m hyper-aware of everything. I don’t know if he means to come across like that, but it’s real—his eyes make me uneasy in a way I can’t just laugh off.

amanda blocking me and calling me an ugly bitch over a game is definitely something

I AM GOING TO WIN THIS CHALLENGE

tone throw or im not showing up to race on sunday