i love to write
but i honestly never have the time
im sick
im constantly told to take more care of myself
but then i cant
you know when you have to balance everything?
family
friends
school
your relationship
but most importantly
yourself

i never have time to write
because i never have time for myself
writing is the butter to my egg roll
the strawberry jelly to my crunchy peanut butter
on whole wheat bread
keep the crust

honestly!
i need to find more ways on how to care for myself
everyday
four different pills
just to keep it contained
why is it so hard?
i know there are easier ways
to get rid of it
but i dont want to risk
things that make me happy
for the thing killing me from inside

its hard, you know?
academically wise
i guess i can call myself average
the type of student who takes down notes
studies for a test last minute
almost failing
but still somehow
magically holding on

i told you i would write
no matter how tired i get
no matter how stressed i am
i will move everything to be able to do the things i love
to be able to be who i want to be with
to be able to be


myself
im stuck this way
i love reading
writing
painting
sharing my life online
sharing my thoughts
the thoughts i think matter
at least

i told you