clutter

so many ideas running to my brain all at once. stay busy. stay busy. practice a skill. decided. pick me.

my desk is a cluttered mess of makeup and jewelry and meds and pills. of Pokémon cards and pens, mirrors and teacups. i face the sunlight and these windows sometimes feel like jail cells. I'm uncomfortable and tense. 

breathe

I do have a lot of thoughts inside. curiosity. and music. a parade of trumpets. what should i focus on next, now?? what should've I've been focusing on. I'm still not speaking up. don't avoid awkward things so much, pivot. deep breathe and act. actualize. well actually

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