Once, Twice [Original]

someone who deserves more credit

2:17 am and going

you know, there are some days when i can just sit still in the same spot all day, listen to the same song, think about sketching the same things, realize the same mistakes, fret over the same ancient history dilemmas, and repeat the same process over and over again, yet manage to do it in a different sequenced order each time. ironic.

tonight's one of those nights.

my room's at its tornado peak, my head is merry-go-rounding, and my thoughts are missing puzzle pieces. i haven't been wanting to play the hot lava game in my room with no space to walk in, and i am not going to bother cleaning it anytime soon because of how zoned out i am, so sitting in the bathroom settles.

times like these, 24 hours is your best friend in an unhealthy way.