May 20, 2020

My ears are a bit cold @_@

I don’t have anything particular I want to write about today. Moreover, I don’t have anything particular I need to write about today.

I am bored, tired, and my ears are cold, like I already said. I am curating simple, stupid lists of poetry in my brain that’s more or less useless and similar to what that kid that I lived next door to was functioning on.

I feel like a little kid sometimes. In fact, I feel like I cannot function living on my own. In reality, of course I can. If you dropped me in the middle of nowhere (not literally but say like a random city in Iowa or something), I would be able to function. Eventually I would be able to.

I hate being too nice. I feel like I can never accomplish anything due to how kind I am. This is why I need to be alone a lot of the time so I’m not influenced so much by stupid little shit(s).