°⊙Ryan's Shitty Excuse Of A Life⊙°

teenage boy rants about bedroom

People think I'm lazy.
Maybe I fucking am.
But how the fuck am I supposed to want to tidy my fucking room, when my chest is so heavy.
When I want to cry, but can't, because guess what? I'm feeling nothing.
I just want to sit and work on my drawings.
I just want to be with my enbyfriend and hug them again.
I'm clingy
I need a fucking life
I need some fucking motivation.
My room is a mess.
I don't know what's happening but holy shit I hate it.
Avenge my death.