More Chaotic Doodles, By Yours Truly

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

My friend asked me about my new tattoo before class today, and I couldn't help but laugh because it was actually just a bunch of notes I had written on my arm

wizards are so gender

I saw this door to nowhere the other day.

I've noticed this shift lately and I hate it! I plan to counteract this by wearing the most whimsical little outfits I can come up with

pretentious moment incoming but why is everyone's idea of fashion so fucking boring these days. why the fuck did my manager just ask me "what's with the scarf". "what's with the scarf" fuck man do I need a reason to wear a faggy little scarf now? you could just say "nice scarf man". what's with your attitude

I'm pretty sure my cats favorite hobbies are sitting where they're not supposed to, and running across my keyboard

The world is on my shoulders, I can't stand the weight

It's shadow looms over me, a reminder of everything I hate

Oh, what I would give anything to leave it all and walk away

But I know how the guilt would eat at me everyday

I wish I could power through, give it my all

But no matter what I do, I just feel so small

Is there a way to remain persistent?

The longer I struggle, the more I grow indifferent.