Story of my life.

c’mon everybody!!! *runs off excitedly and no one follows me*

there is so much power in taking your time

You never recover from being weird in middle school

I’m gonna do it! I’m gonna do the dishes!

oopsie! You got a bit too manic about a creative project too close to bedtime and now your brain is too awake to sleep. One million dead 10 morbillion injured

Also you haven't actually worked on the project, to be clear

reading poetry forces you to ask wrenching, necessary, impossible questions, like "is the author stupid? or am I?"

Im just so frustrated bc it doesnt seem fair that your skills can degrade over time. i LEARNED IT😭

I feel like I’m missing something that everyone else has

Note to self.