like, woaaahhhh

all options lost
all routes gone
no path to take

i shouldn't be fucking up this late. i'm just too dramatic for midnight.
and barely anyone reads this anyway.
WOAH GO TO BED
i'm like manic or something
jesus

my new poem:

miranda can't stay up late
or listen to folk music
at night
because she becomes a depressa-saurus rex
and no one needs that

miranda needs to go to bed
because she is ridiculous
but she has to draw christmas presents because the time is nigh
WHAT SHOULD SHE DO?

she is at a loss and can't decide
do christmas presents or save her emotional state
because she is a night time loser
with too many things in her head

and yoga or wine, at this point, are no longer options.


HA. take that midnight, i'm a fucking riot
NOW GO TO BED.