Harry is Mars
You like to think you’re an open book, but the more you talk about yourself to other people, the more you find they barely know anything about you. There’s so many little crevices you haven’t discovered about yourself and so many things you think are obvious that really, really aren’t - there’s a storm on the horizon, always just out of reach, because you’re so out of tune with yourself. You try pleasing others more often than you try to take care of yourself and it shows in the way your nails are always dirty. You always need to have music playing - it’s like you’ve Pavlove’d yourself into doing something, anything, everything when there’s background noise. There’s too much going on for you to process it all and you’d much rather look at memes than look at the news, but you look at the news anyway, because why not? Why is it so bad to watch it all fall apart without being able to do anything about it?
