Life is insanity right now.

Its been failing L tests, running down library aisles, staying at school so late that the sky is black cat wonderful and you can sometimes see your breath when you step into the light. The leaves sound like static, lost radio stations underneath your feet and i am writing papers, taking notes, reading, avoiding sleep, trying to remember where my creativity went. the dust and the walls and the endless piles of books feel suffocating. i want paint and fresh flowers and photographs of my best friends and beautiful strangers with red umbrellas and perfect posture

it still feels empty

but i appreciate the insanity

it distracts me from the stagnation i feel at school

i think i need to be doing a hundred things at once to feel the tiniest bit purposeful