im actually going insane. i cant take this. i cant take this.

im cursed, i swear. every time i try to pick it up it rolls away from me.

god, preserve me. i need to pick it up. please.

FUCK. i swear it has teeth. why does a pen have teeth?????

i just need to pick it up. its so easy. just bite the frog. theres so much to do, and too much to lose.

fuck. what am i doing????? thats all i gotta do. pick. up. the. god. damn. pen.

its already too late. literally and figuratively. but its never too late. but i still fucked myself over.

one, two, three. why am i still writing????

this is a plea for help. not really, but it is. im so fucked. im so fucked. im so fucked.

every. single. time. i never learn. i just have to pick up the pen but i can never do it.

five years. i think about all i couldve had and all i couldve been and it breaks me.

its time.