The scanned and printed version of my awkward at parties felt zine. The text reads, “I’m drawn to your strangeness / I see myself in it / I’m still in the corner waiting to turn into someone new / or am I finally pretty enough to be cryptic but still accepted? / I’m fond of your habits / I think we’re likeminded / I’m still on the sidelines weaving narratives and social scripts / will I ever be practiced enough to feel like I know what I’m doing?”