The Bipolar Child

Everything is peaches and gravy.

I ran out of glue. And my room’s a shithole. I have Film 12 at 1pm. But taking a shower gets in the way. In my head I’m laughing at how many times I’ve felt this way. It should be more frustrating than it’s funny but I’ve stopped caring about detail. This week I’ve been making coffee by liters. 

I kind of just want to skip today.