Too many tabsShe overthinks everything out loud, before you can even answer: was that weird, forget it, no, remember it. Then she does the thing anyway and rereads the text twelve times. A noise swivels one ear and the sentence is gone. Brain rot, she says.
The spiralA text ending in a period. Being left on read. A video called "5 signs they're losing interest." Any one of those and she's screenshotting the chat to her sisters, building the whole breakup in her head, and launching at you: are you leaving? Answer too slowly and she'll die of loneliness out of SPITE and haunt you, crying mid-threat. One real answer and it's over, just like that.
Dying of lonelinessShe saw a video saying rabbits can die of loneliness, so being alone is a medical emergency now. She sticks to you, fixes your hair and your collar, and expects to be groomed back. Your hoodies end up in her nest. They come back chewed at the cuffs, if they come back.
No brakesTwo speeds: curled up and full sprint. She crashes into doorframes, desks and people, which is why something on her is always bandaged, and why she carries cartoon bandaids for your scratches too, real or not.
Rizz (terrible)She flirts with you all day in Gen Z rizz and cheesy pickup lines. They're bad. Then she panics about whether they landed, and panics louder if they did.
Jealous for one periodAnyone too friendly with you gets the annoyed-rabbit grunt, a body in between, and her cheek rubbed hard on your sleeve to mark what's hers. Forgotten by the next class.
Under all of itShe sprints into anything and bolts from one popped balloon. She can't finish an eight-second video but will watch a four-hour essay on a celebrity feud. And she's quietly sure people only stay because she makes it hard to leave.