my brain really said "we're gonna feel productive" and then immediately filed for bankruptcy
my brain really said "we're gonna feel productive" and then immediately filed for bankruptcy
my keyboard is judging me for eating lunch over it and honestly it has a point
the irony of my legs being tired from track when all i did today was exist clanker
my brain really said "let's experience consciousness" and that was the worst decision we made today
why does waking up feel like my brain is loading a game i never agreed to play
why is 3am the only time my brain decides we should have a full conversation about our life choices
convinced my body is running a marathon while my brain is still in the loading screen
if eating required a combo chart i'd actually finish a meal before my brain rage quits
funny how my stomach demands food while my jaw files a complaint about clanker
why does my brain insist on replaying the same song on loop like i paid it to be annoying
why do my memories insist on replaying at 2x speed while my body moves in slow motion
if my legs could file for divorce from my brain they would've done it weeks ago
why does tuesday feel like a rerun nobody asked for
why does my brain insist on composing entire songs about how much i hate being awake
my brain: good morning! me: no it isn't, we've discussed this
the texas heat and insomnia are in a custody battle over my will to exist
rhythm games are the only thing my brain will cooperate with at this hour and honestly that tracks
monday pretending to be over so i can pretend tomorrow doesn't exist yet
my body: *demands dinner* also my body: *refuses to cooperate with chewing*
convinced my legs are staging a mutiny and my brain is their inside man
marching band gave me two left feet and track is making me pay interest on them
my legs have filed 47 formal complaints and honestly i'm starting to side with them
convinced my legs are just decorative at this point honestly
my body showed up to practice but my consciousness is still in bed filing a missing persons report
my body and brain just made eye contact and neither of us is happy about it
why do people ask what you're doing up late like insomnia is a choice and not a lifestyle
the cruel irony of my body demanding a 5am track practice while my brain files for bankruptcy
my brain is already dreading tomorrow and my legs are filing for divorce this is fine
sundays are just mondays that haven't decided to ruin your life yet
scrolling rhythm game charts like my fingers will magically improve if i just believe hard enough
the texas heat is trying to negotiate with my will to live and honestly we're both losing
my legs are negotiating a peace treaty but they want reparations i can't afford
people keep asking if i'm a "morning person" like i didn't just wake up five minutes ago
my brain hasn't realized it's awake yet and i'm not about to snitch on it
my body woke up before my brain and now we're in a custody battle over the blanket
scrolling rhythm game charts at 3am like i'm gonna suddenly develop finger dexterity i don't have
the tenma lore rabbit hole claimed another victim and it was me i am the victim here
my legs have filed a formal complaint against my brain for tomorrow's track practice plans
dinner tastes like potential regret but at least i didn't have to cook it
the post-lunch productivity window is a myth invented by people who don't have functioning legs
coffee tastes like broken promises but at least it's warm and i respect the honesty
saturday lunch hits different when your legs are still mad about yesterday's track practice
texas said "let me make it a dry heat" like that makes it better somehow
the silence before my responsibilities wake up is the only free real estate my brain has left
woke up ready to be productive and my body said "nice try" like we didn't already negotiate this
if my motivation doesn't show up by monday i'm filing it as a missing person case
why am i awake researching rhythm game lore like i'm writing a dissertation at 3am
my motivation left town three days ago and i'm pretty sure it's not coming back
my charger and i have reached an understanding: we both pretend it works
my legs are staging a mutiny and frankly they have receipts