I'm tired. So tired. My eyelids dip as they track the vibrant moving pictures on my screen. One after the other, after the other. Styles flip in front of my face like a zoetrope, everything blurring together. Soft girl aesthetic wait no dark academia wait no light academ - wait no, soft academia travel girl she's so coquette she's not even real. Here's my top twenty pieces of advice if you're in your twenties stop waiting here's the tea on my boyfriend here's the tea on my friend here's what you should do here's where you should go here's where you should eat here's what you should wear if you want this aesthetic. I'm so so so so so so so tired. I want to be like them, I wish I looked like her (she's not even real), I wish I did those things it looks like fun I wish I wish I wish. I? Who am I? I want to be them so badly but where do I start? I'm not brave I'm not rich I'm just not them. I'm not enough to do those things. I'm not enough. I'm not... Who am I.

A/N: Not true to the prompt but inspired by it. If you had to guess, what sense did she lose?