One thing about me is I can never like something a normal amount. I get obsessive. I’ll eat the same meal for weeks. I’ll cycle through the same 10 songs on repeat. I’ll subconsciously wear the same outfits week after week. I’ll do the same things every day. What starts as a pattern becomes a ritual.

I just went to Costco with my dad and stocked up on pimple patches—so, naturally, I put 12 of them on my face. Because that makes so much sense. I end up looking like a constellation or a connect the dots puzzle.