I'm fucking sick again
Might just eat instead of finishing this
Baad at this poem for some reason
Ok. My life doesn't exist at the moment and this is going nowhere
Raspberries taste weird
Everyone is so fucking loud rn tho
Damn, my poems are becoming bullshit
And I bet you aren't doing anything else at the moment
So you came here, I guess
For there's nothing to do
Under the sun or a roof.
Can't even leave my room._.
Kicking myself in the face for no reason
