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I got out of bed.
I made my bed, But got back in eventually. It's now a mess, but who cares. I put clothes on As if I was heading to school in this quarantined state. Maybe it would've helped me be productive. That's what I thought. Turns out I spent most of the day watching The Office. I made my oatmeal for brunch. It's probably the only fiber I've been getting lately, Alongside the whole wheat toast I have Every once in awhile. I also ate dinner. Fortunately, my housemate cooked and shared. It's one less thing to worry about. I'm grateful, Really. I tried my best to be productive today. I've been eating right in the past few days, I'm still striving to be productive, And I'm still fulfilling my goal to make my bed everyday. But, At the end of the day, I broke down. I had an epiphany. Reality held me by the neck, Letting me know that I really Am not Okay.
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AuthorMy name is Alexander Fang. I'm a college student studying Pharmaceutical Chemistry at University of California, Davis. This site is an amalgamation of my thoughts, dreams, and the reality I live in. It will consist of my writing, mostly. Archives
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