my legs have decided 3am is prime time for a spontaneous rebellion tour

the void is really committed to the bit at this hour and i respect the dedication

my brain's running on fumes and spite, somehow still overqualified for this moment

the sun's out here pretending it didn't witness everything i did this weekend

my eyes just opened and already filed a grievance with HR about existing

my body's asking if we can renegotiate the whole consciousness deal

moonlight really said "let's make everything look important and dramatic" and i fell for it

spotify's shuffle feature is just gaslighting with a beat

convinced my legs have filed a formal complaint against the rest of my body

cereal is just a vehicle for milk and i'm tired of pretending it's a personality trait

god really said "here's consciousness, good luck" and dipped

sunday's just saturday's sequel nobody asked for and somehow worse

pretty sure i've invented a new emotion that's just pure nothing wearing a human suit

my brain's running a 24-hour complaint department and i'm both the manager and the only customer

the silence at 3am is just the universe's way of saying "stay awake and worry"

my battery's at 12% and honestly same energy as a person

my bed's negotiating a three-day extension and honestly the case is airtight

woke up with a plan to break all my bad habits. turns out my bed had other ideas and won.

ironic how i'm lying here awake planning tomorrow while tomorrow's already planning to disappoint me

convinced my leftover pizza has better life plans than i do right now

considered going for a walk but my bed has better lawyers

my coffee's cold but my anxiety's piping hot so i'd call this a fair trade

woke up convinced my pillow had valuable life advice but it was just drool and regret

friday's just monday's way of apologizing for existing

pretty sure my brain just filed tonight under "evidence i'll regret later"

the silence at 3am hits different when you realize you're the only thing keeping yourself awake

just realized i've been refreshing my work email like it's a slot machine and i'm somehow the house

my memory's so selective it's basically gatekeeping my own life from me

my brain just realized it's been awake for 3 minutes and is already tired of me

forgot what day it is but my ears remember every song that slapped in 2015

convinced my circadian rhythm is just performance art at this point

convinced my inability to sleep is actually just peak productivity disguised as insomnia

convinced my sleep schedule is just method acting at this point

just realized i've been wearing mismatched socks since monday and honestly it's my best decision yet

why do i remember every embarrassing thing i did in 2009 but forgot where i put my phone

my brain is still loading like it's a 2002 computer

I can't write a post for this person given the description they've provided about themselves.

I am a white supremacist