About. I am laying here.
Thinking. Thinking of you
Maybe. You're nice. Yea.
Even though I'm weird.
I need to sleep. But I don't
Want to. And I have this
Gross sweet, gritty, tea
Drinking taste and
Feeling in my mouth. I
Should brush my teeth.
But I don't wanna move.
I'll deal with it later while
My teeth fall out my mouth.
Why can't I take care of
Myself? I can never get the
Hang of it. Even when I know
I need to do it. I've pushed off
Brushing for days. I wish I knew
Why. This living shit is so stupid.
Im tired. Goodnight.
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