Im Sorry What Did You Say? Cleaning My Room? No No No You've Got It Confused. Im A Tired Parent Lovingly

Maybe I'm the over dramatic problem.

I always knew I needed to keep a clear mind. It was helpful in every sense, but I found it so difficult to achieve, especially when I was conscious of my state of mind. I held my head in my hands, bent over with my elbows digging into my knees. The green park bench didn't help anything either, it was rough, uneven and uncomfortable. The air around me was cold but not harsh on my skin, and gentle winds tousled my hair and swept it to a side. The kindly breeze kept me company, I think it was the only things stopping me from crying.  I inhaled slowly, pushing my hair back with a hand. I closed my eyes and leaned back on the old bench, one of the planks dug into my back but I didn't mind. My head tilted towards the sky, I steadied myself. Slowly, like the forest waking from winter, I opened my eyes. The sky was a light gray, it wasnt unusual to see this sort of cloud cover, even early in spring. Unfortunately, the world told me it wasn't going to rain. I stay stilled for several moments, taking in everything. The smell of late winter, the taste of coffee still resting on my tongue, the sound of the winter rustling the bare limbs of trees. As I breathed, becoming one with my atmosphere, a small speck of white came into vision against the only slightly darker sky. It gently danced through the air and was quickly joined by friends like it. The snowflakes laughed like children and ran around, hopping, skipping and jumping as they descended down through the air, become calmly landing on my face and glasses. I smiled despite myself and previous mood, isn't it funny how quickly things can change? How quickly the walzt of snow fall turned into a slumber and blankets the world in white.

Good weather always brings out the best in my writing

I love threatening my dog with, "the rat". Not only because it confuses those around me but also because my dog is deeply terrified of the rat.

Edgar Allan Poe

Mfw one of my special interests is leftism but I can't talk about it to anyone I know:

Episode 4: A Friendly Push

There's nothing better than going into your kitchen and eating some random ingredients.

Normalise hand written letters again

I was working on a possible comic and-

He's still there

I erased him but..

He won't leave

He'll never leave.

I can't be the only one who just

A good song which I will rewind if it comes on and I miss half the build up because I wasn't paying attention and you have to deal with it pal.

And

What the fuck why are you playing this aloud this song makes me feel like I need to take a shower, turn it off.