I'd rather not...

• Pens that skip mid-thought. Loud chewing in quiet rooms. Bright fluorescent lights at night. Plastic packaging that crinkles too much. Humidity that clings to her skin. Being photographed without warning. Voices that talk over others. Music that drowns out silence. Cheap incense that lingers too long. Elevator small talk. Overly sweet coffee. Pages stuck together in used books. Shoes scraping linoleum. Unnecessary meetings. Cold drafts on bare ankles. Scented candles with artificial fruit. When subtitles lag behind dialogue. Styrofoam containers. Conversations that end in nothing. Pens that leak in fabric bags. Unbalanced paintings hung crookedly. Echoes in empty hallways that never settle.

Just take me home.

• Cruelty disguised as honesty. Forced intimacy with strangers. Overexposure to sunlight. When history is simplified. Surveillance without consent. Conversations that demand too much too soon. Being misunderstood on purpose. Performative nostalgia. The sound of buzzing lights. Crowds that press too close. Heat with no wind. People who litter in quiet places. Exploiting tradition for aesthetic. Noise that interrupts memory. Slamming doors. Trivializing folklore. Manipulative flattery. Plans made without her input. False urgency dressed as importance. Unsolicited advice that ignores context. Hollow apologies without change.