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Pretending to do homework...

I really wish there was a way to get a new brain, or at least REWIRE the one I have. WHY can't I just focus on my homework and get it done?!

Well now I'm tired, my boyfriend keeps telling me to "do my homework" (which is due at midnight tonight). It's 7:18 pm and I WANT TO NAP. My homework is too hard, there's too much information to cram into my brain in a handful of hours so I'm going to skip it tonight, do it tomorrow, it'll be late but at least it'll be something. And I'll have the rest of the semester to get my grade up. Tomorrow is Monday, it'll be a new week and I can just start fresh. I'll be productive at work all day, I'll work on assignments right after work so I don't have to do this again every weekend...

Ugh. So. fucking. tired. I have to at least keep typing for a little while longer so my boyfriend thinks I got my homework done, but I don't know what else to say. I know this is awful of me but my brain just can't do it right now.

We had a good day today though. We met my mom and dad for 'lunch' but it was like a dinner at 2 pm lol. I'm stilll full.. My food was great, we all had good conversations, told corny jokes. I've seen my parents more often lately than I have in years.. which feels better than I thought it would. I know they're happy to see me happy, so that's all that matters.

Am I happy though? I mean, yes. I am. most of the time. but other times, i get really sad. like right now for intsance. I'm sad and I want to go to sleep and wake up at like midnight and then me and my boyfriend stay up and watch movies and talk and then i'll go to sleep and wake up tomorrow and feel better. I dunno. who knows. One thing for sure, I'm gonna go hit the bong and at least try to take a mfkn nap. even if it's just an hour nap.. I am sooo sleeppyyy.

you said you liked storms so i let you in but it turns out you can only handle a little rain and i am a hurricane

swoonworthy

my bones have melted, my love

I cannot run to you and jump in your arms

I cannot make my mouth form words

I cannot reach to touch you

I am a puddle of myself

A puddle of emotion and feeling

A puddle of blood inside skin that cannot hold form

A puddle of tears who have fallen to the floor to escape my tired eyes

How will I ever stand up again?

inthesensethat-deactivated20240

serotoninsuggestion

it’s never too late!!!!!!! to text them back. to drink enough water today. to get into a skincare routine. to learn the piano or how to paint!! to learn winged eyeliner. to tell them how u feel. to start getting fitter. to get changed or brush your teeth or shower today. to read that book or watch that show everyone was talking about years ago. to turn an acquaintance into a friend. if u don’t start somewhere u won’t go anywhere at all.

user5397885

me if Elain ever puts on a pair of Illyrian fighting leathers

sunsbleeding

I want to wake up, I want to sit in the light by the open window, I want toast and eggs, I want to talk to my friends about nothing for at least a few hours, I want to walk until me feet are sore and my eyes are heavy, I want to eat dinner in good company, I want to say good evening and goodnight to the moon on my way home, and I want this life to continue

Your voice deserves to be heard across the world

Poetry

Write the poetry even if it's bad, if you hate it, you feel like it sucks, write it anyway

Scratch the surface, why don't you?

You have your pain is stored in a pretty box tied with a bow

You refuse to open it

To you, your pain is pandora's box

Once opened, it cannot be undone

Once opened, you must face it

It feels like you are readying to release the worst horrors one could fathom upon the world

But no, your pain will not curse the world

Opening the box will release pain to and from within