I need it to stop being cold and snowy so that I can loiter in parks, shops, and sidewalks, walk the half hour to the library and read about nothing, and dramatically watch the sunset and think about how much I hate myself
Productivity is to much for me
So I stay still, but heavens know not tranquil
My thoughts are weighing me down, I wish I could be free
And no matter what I do, it's never enough for you
so why take care of myself, when it's a productive thing nobody will see?
If all my energy is all spent on impressing, it's no wonder I'm always stressing
stressing over the little things I can't get done
I'm complaining about not being able to sleep, but, like, it's not like I'm really trying at all. The problem is the idea of sleep can't compete with the sweet sweet sound of my keyboard going clicky click as I stay up past 2am on this God forsaken site
idk, I just really want a sandwich
Maybe I should paint my Ukulele with sun, moon, stars. This looks rad
I think I've started coping for my coping
I thought I was better, but now I'm moping
Maybe it was all just hopeless hoping
~~Theatre major with a caffeine addiction and constant anxiety~~ [20] [They/Them]
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