I Long For Yard Sale Season. How Can I Possibly Whimsy In These Conditions?

Yo maybe I should post more art here

Screaming, crying, projectile vomiting, crying again

Space Cadet Procrastinator

I'm stuck in my head, caffeine takes me out of my shell

I can't focus for shit, you can probably tell

I have homework due yesterday,

But like my room, my mental health is in disarray

Oh God, I want to break things, I want to yell

My head's always in the clouds, they call me space cadet

The Wifi up here is bad, that's why I haven't done my work yet

And the motivation floated out my ears, then to the ground it fell

I avoid sleep cause I like to pretend I can avoid tomorrow

Nothing's going to happen, but I've convinced myself the world's ending

So I'm building up a list of my worry and sorrow

It keeps my mind off of the night and morning skies blending

Maybe I just drink too much caffeine

I tell myself that, anyway

Cause I tend to ramble on like an anxious machine

And the more I do that, the longer I can keep sleep away

I 'm gonna be okay because I'll make it so

If you think I'm full of shit, tell me something I don't already know

but let me live in my feeble fallacious fantasy

for just today, let me believe I'll be okay

and that I'm going to be okay because I can make it so

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH I need one

tiffany lamps <3

I was just wondering if I took better care of myself if I'd be less depressed, then remembered I don't take care of myself because I'm depressed

moon snail 🌕