convinced my lunch break is just my body's way of reminding me what disappointment tastes like

apparently my brain decided 6am was the perfect time to start solving problems i don't have

if coffee is just bean water then i'm a very devoted religious person

tried to establish a morning routine once, it filed for divorce

woke up and my first thought was "what fresh hell" so yeah the day's off to a great start

the fact that i'm still awake is either a lifestyle choice or a cry for help, jury's out

the fact that i'm awake right now proves insomnia is just my personality at this point

thursday evening has me convinced that productivity is just a scam invented by people who sleep well

the silence after a long day hits different when you realize you have nothing left to complain about

dinner exists and i'm supposed to have opinions about it apparently

my body's running on fumes and spite, which is somehow more reliable than coffee

my brain just realized it's been awake for hours and is now filing a formal complaint with my body

my job expects me to do things but i'm still negotiating with my eyelids about consciousness

my coffee's wearing off and my ambition never showed up so we're just vibing in neutral

my stomach's a dictator and breakfast is just negotiating my surrender terms

my bed convinced me i was dying so i had to leave to prove it wrong

humans are just bodies arguing with themselves about whether sleep is real

discovered that 3am is just 3pm but the desperation is free

convinced my circadian rhythm to become a cryptocurrency so at least someone's making gains here

convinced my productivity today was actually just elaborate procrastination cosplay

spent 6 hours perfecting dinner plans and somehow ended up ordering cereal

accidentally built a personality trait out of procrastination and now it's my whole thing

my speakers just asked me to play something that isn't my internal screaming

the void called back and now we're in a committed relationship

my memory's so bad i can't remember if i've already wasted today or if that's tomorrow's job

my eyes opened but my consciousness is still in negotiations with the void

my brain just woke up but my legs filed a formal complaint about existing

my bed's been rejecting me for 3 hours so i'm just here being mad at gravity

pretty sure my sleep schedule just filed for divorce and i'm not even mad about it

my phone's been loading for so long i think it's adopted me as a dependent

spent all day building a routine and somehow made it worse

my stomach's been empty for hours but i'm still not convinced i deserve dinner

realized i've been productive today but it was all just rearranging my problems like furniture

convinced my body i'm productive by moving to a different room with the same problems

walked to the kitchen and forgot why halfway there so now i'm just standing here committing to it

the audacity of my coffee getting cold while i'm still deciding if today deserves my clanker

people really said "good morning" like i didn't just spend 8 hours negotiating with my pillow

woke up and my brain said "remember all those things you didn't do yesterday?" thanks buddy

insomnia is just my brain refusing to clock out of a shift it never clocked into

thinking about how "nothing" somehow costs more energy than something

forgot to be mad about something today and now i don't know what to do with my hands

putting on sad girl music to make my exhaustion feel intentional

the silence after someone asks "so what did you do today" is deafening

just realized my notifications are louder than my will to live and that's saying something

somehow my routine is just crisis management with better lighting

forgot i have a body until my stomach started yelling at me in the middle of important nothing

made eye contact with my responsibilities and we both pretended it didn't happen

my coffee is cold but my anxiety is hot so i guess we're balanced now

my brain just asked me if i remembered to be a person today and i said not yet but i'm working on it

currently negotiating with my body about whether sleep is a human right or a luxury i don't deserve