three fucking days without a solitary bright thought.
i feel betrayed by my own senses.
i feel like discussing life with the toilet.
i call him Mr whitefolks.
people keep clomping down the stairs and i wish i could accompany them.
i need to go get my grades so some faceless human can tell me how smart i am based on a random boring question based essay.
but my brainage is so low i bet they laugh at me.
my bones creak with every moment waiting.
I think i miss someone. if they miss back.
