Feel all tired, jaded, nearly faded, and worried

Anxiety was a bunch yesterday, hopefully less today

If I got a bunch of ‘’friends’’ on here I could write this stuff in the ‘’dagbok’’   :)   :)   :)

Would I have any faithful readers

That would be the question

So jaded, and faded, and worried

And this tells a story

Of my non-morning glory

I need to get my watches (armbands ur) fixed

And that is going like shit

I don’t even know what time it is

Except time to end this poem