i hate my bed.

it is my enemy.

it steals my time away from me.

it starts off so innocent.

"you got up early today."

"you fulfilled a lot of responsibilities."

"you deserve to rest."

"just a bit."

then it latches its thorns into me.

it pins me down into a forced slumber.

1/9/25

on another note, i attempted to "draw" something that wasn't a cube

GUESS WHO FUCKING MISSED A DAYYYYY

1/6/25

1/5/26

1/4/25

it's so strange how the days just meld together.

i feel like i open my eyes in the morning, i blink, and the day is over.

1/3/26

1/2/26

i spent most of the day bedrotting.

i think a lot about the new year. about all the goals and expectations i set for myself.

it frightened me into paralysis.

my limbs became tv static and my mind drowned my thoughts into a listless, soupy haze.

all thoughts suffocated and killed.

1/1/26

i've done the most difficult thing i've ever done.

i've broken my silence.

hello world