Executive dysfunction is spending three hours telling yourself “I’m going to get up and do this activity that I want to do” but never actually getting up to do it because the scrolly-dash keeps microdosing you with dopamine.
i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like thatβs a poem already whatβs the point
you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling