and none that are making sense.
I want to write.
I want to write paragraphs.
I want to describe every feeling
that's careening through
my skull
I have stress
but I can't pinpoint why
I am happy
which I can pinpoint to
multiple sources
I am calm
at least on the outside
I am panicking
on the inside
about things
I cannot change
or can only deal with
as time goes on
I would classify myself
as a
hot mess
straight up
I have thousands of words
and no matching string
to have them strung together
I just don't really know where to go
This isn't a
"pity me"
sort of thing.
This is a
mymindissofreakingfullandidon'thaveanywhereconstructivetoputthethousandsofwordsandfeelingsandthoughtsandideassothaticansleeptonightorgetmyhomeworkdonelateroreasemyguiltforbeingsosnottyorforgettingtodothesimplethingsornotstudyingenoughformytestonmondayoreatingtoomuchicecreamtodayorthefactthatidontwanttodoanyofmyhomeworkbecauseijustdontwanttoandidontknowwhatiwanttodowithmylifeorwhereiwanttobeorwhereimgoingtogoorifanyoneisgoingtowanttogotherewithmeorifkarmasgoingtocomeandbitemeintheassforgettingtwoticketsinoneweekorthatthingsaregoingwellinmyhouseandwithroyandthatmaybejustmaybeillhavehitmycoupleofdaysofgoodluckthisyearandthenwhatinthehellamigoingtodowithmylife.
I have a verbose vocabulary
at my disposal
yet no way to use them
to ease my frantic mind
So instead
I've written jumbled spit up mess
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