It’s February, I’m currently wondering what on earth happened to the Kerrang! channel while it plays Babymetal and procrastination is at an all time high.
Gloomy. Sadness. Depression. No matter what word you label it with, it’s a hard place to be in no matter what the situation. True
I wish it was easy to write. I wish I had the motivation that others have to sit down at the end of each day
I’ve always known the difference between being acceptable and being weird. As far as I can remember, I have known what I should be doing
The sniffing at the door never came as a surprise to me. It was always about half an hour before lights out would I hear
Adulting can be hard. So hard that I can’t even write “being an adult” because that’s too formal and I get extremely anxious about writing