God of 30 Rats in a Trench Coat

I'm currently sitting next to a table if middle schoolers and I'm honestly terrified. They can't do algebra but they sure as hell can scar you emotionally.
          
          If you see this, send help

I need sleep

Oh how quickly can I move from one to another, from something I called love to a feeling masked thinly by denial

I was going to find a playlist and draw some, 
          
          so can someone please tell me how I'm sitting here,
          
          at 1 am
          
          with a new story chapter and fixed titles?

That feeling when you go to ask a friend a favor and end up coaching them through life
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          Fuck

I save one -- ONE FUCKING FERARD FIC TO MY  READING LIST, AND NOW WATTPAD'S CONVINCED THAT'S ALL I NEED TO READ GOD FUCKING DAMNIT IT'S ALL FERARD IM DROWNING IN THE EMO ANGST HELP

It's 4:11 in the morning, and my lovestruck, heartbroken ass can't get them out of my head. Their face, their voice, their fucking gorgeous eyes. Their favorite song and the feel of their skin against mine. It's all I can think of and it's driving me bitchy. 
          
          The worst part? I'll never see them again.

I know my last chapter was ✨Shameless Self Promo✨ but 1 read? That's cold. (This is a joke)

Fuck. It's 10 pm. I have homework. But I'm drawing. And I'm not willing to stop. Don't be like me, kids.