There are no instruments in my breakdowns.
I’ve become overwhelmed by an ever growing sense of self doubt regarding my intelligence.
I can’t sleep because the medication I am taking burns my esophagus, so here is me doing a face.
I, am going to the emergency room.
Help, I am pretending to study.
I am a fucking idiot. I woke up this morning at 5:45am thinking I started TAFE at 9am, I’ve been on campus since 8am, and I only just realised that class isn’t until 11am. What am I supposed to do for two hours?
Fall asleep to the sounds in my head,
Let it not be morning.
I am eternal. I am tired.
I tucked my baby into bed.
I fell asleep for twenty minutes and now I’m going to start my first Chemical Safety Data Sheet assignment. My pajama is cute.
I really want to lay back down but I can’t because Winter has fallen asleep in my lap.
I should probably consume something that isn’t Wicked Fizz, Strawberry Sundae Life Savers, Mars Bar, or vanilla Coca Cola.
Though my bones grow weary,
You call me the Eiffel Tower.
Me: *Kissing my cat on the mouth*
Mum: "Don’t do that, he eats cockies."
Me: "So do you?"
Mum: "What, have you been putting them in my food?"
Me: "You don’t get it, do you?"
Mum: "I do now."