“Wren oh my god-” my roommate Hanna slammed the door behind her, “Look at this. I think Veronica’s actually gone crazy this time,”

I slid off my headphones to turn and look at her, only to be met with a squirming mass that was her stomach.

“Ah yeah, sorry, forgot about my lunch there,” she chuckled.

I rolled my eyes, “What about who going insane?”

I swiped away from a message by my ex, to a new Instagram post from my mutual wren2002, to the camera app. There I fixed my light red hair and thought to myself that my blue eyeshadow looks nice with my dark blue eyes. I often thought of my sociology class as a bore. The teacher droned on and on, it was almost impossible to actually pay attention to him. We called him “Mr. Android.” Of course I would have never taken this class, because of his rate my professor score, however my two