I feel kinda stupid.
I put effort into all the things I value and hardly get anything out of them as proof of my ethic.
I feel kinda dumb.
I miss the simplest details that everyone else seems to catch but I over analyse and spot all the other things.
I feel kinda tired.
I'm used to the turbulence now, but my body isn't.
I feel kinda weird.
Maybe it's that boy,
The one I kinda stupidly, dumbly started liking.
Yet I'm not entirely tired of it yet.
For once it's not turbulent.
So I just sit waiting till I tire myself out.
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Surpassing myself
RandomWhen my mind can't surpass its own labyrinth of confusion and anxiety I'll jot down my peculiar thoughts in hope of relief. A culmination of some lighthearted outlooks as well as some fairly deep ones that I hope are of some use to many.
