DizBizgit

Darn 10pm. It’s honestly the worst time.
          Cause if you accidentally blink wrong, 10pm QUICKLY morphs into 4am. :/

“Never let a problem to be solved become more important than a person to be loved.”

Why do I only make announcements on this app at 1am when I'm tired, sleep deprived, and emotionally drained?
          Probably not my smartest habit.

Welp, just watched the first few episodes of "Happy Tree Friends."
          So far, I'm getting "Don't Hug Me I'm Scared" vibes.

Help I need to write a poem within the next 6 hours that's comprehensible while using specific quotes from Shakespeare.
          I can wrote poems...
          But only when inspiration comes to me.
          I do not force myself apon poems, poems force themselves apon me.
          Rip in peace my poor grades. 

Should I color in pink or in blue?
          A decision dealing in hue.
          Maybe I should toss dice?
          Or leave my mind in rice?
          Forget this. A mix! Purple will do.

I found my white cat, so stiff like that, and colors seemed to fade.
          A repeated word, that seemed unheard, was every saddened shade.
          No.
          No.
          No.
          
          This could not be done, "you can't be gone", not you- with mercy purr.
          You cannot leave now, not want nor how, not you- with strange cold fur.
          No.
          No.
          No.
          
          How could you dare go! My little snow, how could you leave me here?
          Leave me a new pain, what was to gain? How could you dissapear!
          No.
          No.
          No.
          
          I'd give up my all, just for this fall, to have you by my side.
          Just this one last "mew", just one last you, but time won't buy my pride.
          No.
          No.
          No.
          
          "If only" again, how I gave in, to that sorrow and guilt
          "If I had been here", another tear, falls to the floor I built.
          No.
          No.
          No.
          
          So this would be it, goodbye young kit, returned once fall'n from heav'n.
          The rage has now gone, though I've not won, I wish to join my friend.
          No.
          No.
          No.

I haven't drawn anything in literal days and it's making me feel like crap, but I have nothing to draw and no motivation to draw it.

You ever wanna just...
          Start over?
          Cut off all your friends.
          Erase your online existence.
          Erase your irl bonds.
          Just dissapear from everyone's memory.
          And redo? Retry? Reload?
          Pick a different rout this time.
          Make different choices.
          
          I feel like that sometimes.

I'm bored.
          But social media is repetitive.
          I wanna do something irl.
          But I'm sick, and don't wanna get out of bed.
          So this turns into sadness.
          But I have no reason to be sad, other than the fact that I'm bored.
          But i have no reason to be bored, other than the fact that my phone is boring.
          It's only boring cause my brain is over it.
          What do I do now?
          
          Yall don't have to answer, I'm just bored.