Like Seriously. Consider The Wireless Earbud Users In Your Life, Are They Happy? Are YOU Happy? Because

Everybody keeps on talking, and I'm going insane

I feel like my teeth are rotting, and so is my brain

This school is full of some mind fuckery, chaotic online debauchery

My stomach knotted, brain rotted. I'm on the floor, a sniveling little mess

But there's no time to wallow, cause I've got work tomorrow. Will I go? It's anyone's guess

I take everything showers when I can't sleep at night

I could be in there for hours, and still not feel right

And so I'll cry myself to sleep, or stay up to see the sun

Cause no matter how I scrub the dirt, it's like I've gotten off none

I'm a mess, my life's a mess, why can't I wash it away?

If I never feel clean, then there must be a better way

Sometimes, I worry that I ruin everything that I touch.

That everything lively around me withers away.

Like a winter chill to a flower patch, my presence is too much;

and eventually, I'll watch all that I loved crumple and decay.

Am I the Greek Chorus in the play of my life? Allowed to watch, yet never intervene.

Or am I being pathetic, choosing to wallow in it all? The World's Oldest Angsty Teen.

Handle with care

Maybe I should paint my Ukulele with sun, moon, stars. This looks rad

“I have never known who or what I am supposed to be. The only thing I know for sure, is that I am supposed to be more than I have been.”

— William Chapman

These would be so cutesy in my room

I want to go thrifting again soon. I need to find more colored glass bottles, shiny trinkets, and little boxes to fulfill my crow-like needs