brains on holiday too

I had some sort of clarity of what I wanted to write before. but I soon got distracted and forgot it.

im simply so tired.

I have said it a million times over. but I can not face such late nights. I don’t spring back like others. last night my body was a brilliant wreck. I felt as though my arms looked like balloons. but alas the swelling is all on the inside. probably the same place that I should leave the complaining. however as of late that’s also been a struggle.

im genuinely worried that Damien rice is lost all faith in love

and that TIM Burton had a bad childhood

and that I will keep making the same odd little mistakes. like not writing. nor taking enough time.

nor simply being with Jesus

being too sociable

I am also concerned that the fairy lights will not turn off

be turned off

and i

I will be wrestles

but too half asleep to tumble down (bay) and turn them off.