"Am I nocturnal?", "How should I stop wasting my time?", "What if I waste the potential within and luxury spent on me?" are some questions fogging my ability to calm down.
Besides the jolting wakefulness of the night - I'm also troubled by the lingering, self questioning, identity crisis inducing self interrogative monologue who wouldn't shut the fuck up about how inept I've been at self expression and even more so - how fucking important it is to do so; with my very core belief being the very purpose of me being here is artistic proclamation, of some sorts.
Subconscious buffering about these thoughts is what eats most of my day away.
Oh also, how incredibly stiff my back and quads are all the time has been stopping me from sitting down and in turn itching my supposed ADHD.
Jotted this down on excalidraw as quickly as I could.
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