19 – raw insomnia

33 hours

fueled only by

bad fanfiction

vaporwave and

other aesthetic

driven-insanity

and sedentary

motivations

must work on

must strum until

fingers bleed,

must be fucking

useful right now—

.

34 hours

building on

paper bags and

bad decisions

and vitriol with

well-needed friends

coming to an end

still writing, still

spitting out ideas,

still trying to drain

myself out of every

last drop of dopamine,

oh, i’m so fucking

useless right now—

.

38 hours

and still going on…

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