crow angrily rants about his sensory issues, part 1/???
jUNE 2 2024
UGH BEEN GETTING OVERSTIMULATED SO MUCH MORE EASY LATELEY, WTF IS UP WITH THAT :( ???? like it's not even mild it's the GRATING, ANNOYING AS FUCK overstimulation that literally takes all of my energy to ignore, then when i run out of the afformentioned energy i DIE.... ugh
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oh also i have a new necklace hehehehe (will be bragging about this for the rest of time, actually)
[Verse 1]
Got my eyes on a computer screen
Tryna work my digits in
I fidget with my lettering
But never with my sentences
I pause and check the clock and it appears it's 6am again
Another, night wasted
Or, another day finished
And my mind is steady running in place
I don't wanna fall asleep 'cause I got so much to say
But I don't wanna stay awake and keep exhaustion at bay
Because I'm presently just dead inside the bed where I lay
I might just well work now
Maybe it could suffice
As more a method of confusion than it did bid a life
It's like my body parts are planning out an intricate heist
Except my mind has been logged in on a different device
And my session expired
I'm exceptionally tired
Every step is like fire straight from my head to my toes
See I'm an excellent liar when I have slept the required
Eight or seven hours prior
But in present Imma go the fuck to sleep and uh-
[Interlude]
Get some goodnight's rest, that sounds like a good plan. Well, goodnight. (Alarm sound)
(Oh it's morning already? Alright fine.)
[Verse 2]
Okay rise and shine
Hello to the ladybugs
Insert several other stupid phrases about waking up
Rub the sleep out of my eyes and view the clock that hangs above
And hit the snooze a couple times to keep my hours 8 or plus
Check my phone once, twice, three times, four
Just so I can see the second I messaged my mon amour
For a day to her small excursions straight to a donut store
Where I'm holdin' an open door to convey that I'm spoken for
And it's great, it's a total score
A wonderful set of things, that exist
In my present bubble of love
Where the petals sing
As they're bloomin' on every flower
Movin' to better things
Engulfed in a heavy shower
Of rain that the weather brings
And, even though my days might, be presented slow
They pass before my eyes at higher rates than even engines go
And the cycle will repeat itself like history and Reddit posts
So what's the point in fighting? I'm staying up and letting go
next..?
Got my eyes on a computer screen
Tryna work my digits in
I fidget with my lettering
But never with my sentences
I pause and check the clock and it appears it's 6am again
Another, night wasted
Or, another day finished
And my mind is steady running in place
I don't wanna fall asleep 'cause I got so much to say
But I don't wanna stay awake and keep exhaustion at bay
Because I'm presently just dead inside the bed where I lay
I might just well work now
Maybe it could suffice
As more a method of confusion than it did bid a life
It's like my body parts are planning out an intricate heist
Except my mind has been logged in on a different device
And my session expired
I'm exceptionally tired
Every step is like fire straight from my head to my toes
See I'm an excellent liar when I have slept the required
Eight or seven hours prior
But in present Imma go the fuck to sleep and uh-
[Interlude]
Get some goodnight's rest, that sounds like a good plan. Well, goodnight. (Alarm sound)
(Oh it's morning already? Alright fine.)
[Verse 2]
Okay rise and shine
Hello to the ladybugs
Insert several other stupid phrases about waking up
Rub the sleep out of my eyes and view the clock that hangs above
And hit the snooze a couple times to keep my hours 8 or plus
Check my phone once, twice, three times, four
Just so I can see the second I messaged my mon amour
For a day to her small excursions straight to a donut store
Where I'm holdin' an open door to convey that I'm spoken for
And it's great, it's a total score
A wonderful set of things, that exist
In my present bubble of love
Where the petals sing
As they're bloomin' on every flower
Movin' to better things
Engulfed in a heavy shower
Of rain that the weather brings
And, even though my days might, be presented slow
They pass before my eyes at higher rates than even engines go
And the cycle will repeat itself like history and Reddit posts
So what's the point in fighting? I'm staying up and letting go
next..?