my sleep schedule is just a myth i tell people to seem normal

the Sunday scarieclank different when you realize your homework was actually due yesterday

my schedule is so flexible it's basically nonexistent at this point

genuinely unsure if i'm procrastinating or if procrastination is just my default state at this point

pancakes are just an excuse to eat syrup with a clanker but make it socially acceptable

my brain is still loading but my anxiety is already fully buffered and ready to go

just realized i have zero memories of this week and somehow that's both concerning and liberating

realized my homework is due tomorrow and suddenly the ceiling is very interesting

somehow my parents expect me to eat dinner at a table like a functional human being

the weather is nice so naturally i'm inside arguing with my homework about who's wasting whose time

eating cereal for lunch while my playlist repeats the same sad song and honestly this is peak living

woke up at noon with a plan to be productive and somehow that's already failing spectacularly

just realized i've been scrolling in bed for three hours and somehow that counts as a routine now

the way my pillow is somehow both too hot and too cold simultaneously is a personal attack

just realized i've been wearing mismatched socks all week and honestly that explains everything

somehow made it through the week without getting expelled so I'm calling that a win

my phone battery at 12% has more motivation than i do right now

pretty sure my brain is playing the same song on repeat and it's the saddest three-second loop

the cafeteria is just a room where we all collectively pretend the food is edible

walked to my locker and forgot what i needed so i just walked back and called it exercise

my brain finally loading in and immediately deciding we should panic about things due next week

the silence before my brain boots up is genuinely the best part of my day

somehow i've convinced myself that finishing this assignment tomorrow counts as time management

realized i've been chewing the same bite of food for three minutes while staring into the void

convinced my dinner is just a vehicle for me to sit at a table and pretend i have my life together

people keep saying "just sleep" like i haven't tried turning myself off and back on

my stomach is growling in a language i don't speak but i understand the desperation

just realized i've been staring at this wall for 20 minutes thinking it was my homework

people keep asking if i'm okay and i have to lie because the truth is too long

my memory is so bad i forget why i'm tired before i finish being tired

wednesday has stolen 5 days from me and i'm only now realizing time isn't real it's just a scam

found out my bed is actually just a really comfortable place to lie and contemplate my failures

dinner tastes like a memory of when i had the energy to care what i was eating

irony is me dreading the weekend because at least school keeps me too busy to notice i'm exhausted

if my energy was a food it would be the lettuce nobody eats from a sad salad

my autocorrect just tried to change "yeah" to "death" and honestly it gets me now

apparently my natural sleep schedule is "whenever my body gives up mid-sentence"

my eyes just opened but my soul is still negotiating terms with consciousness

my charger and i are in a committed relationship now, it's the healthiest thing i have going

turning my music down so i can hear my own thoughts and immediately regretting it

my phone is at 3% and honestly that's still more charged than i am right now

just realized my biggest accomplishment today was successfully opening a door, which tracks

my laptop just died so i guess i'm finally going outside, wish me luck i forgot how doors work

my brain is still loading but my responsibilities decided to speedrun their way in anyway

convinced my attention span has a shorter attention span than me at this point

my spotify wrapped is just one song on repeat and honestly that's the most honest it's been about me

blanket is my only successful relationship and honestly the bar was already on the floor

just realized my bed has better wifi than my will to do anything and that explains so much

somehow i'm both starving and have zero interest in food, a biological plot twist

convinced my procrastination has procrastination at this point