They took away my music today... Don't they understand how much I need it?
I have an "alexa" speaker in my room... they took it and every other way that I listen to music away. They told me that I was addicted to it. I told them I wasn't. They didn't care. They took it away any way...
So I'm sitting at my kitchen table. Right? And I'm watching the folklore long pond studio sessions. And drinking peppermint tea. And I have a big fluffy sweater wrapped around me. (not THE cardigan. I get that on Christmas.) And it's just so aesthetically pleasing. Like, I'm watching the folklore long pond sessions, and drinking tea and I'm wrapped in a sweater. Is there anything more "folklore-ish" than that?
Like seriously, this makes me so happy, and i seriously haven't been genuinely happy in a while and this moment what just kind of serene, you know? It just makes me happy to realize that maybe I can be happy again. And I'm slowly getting there. Back to happy I mean. So anyway. This was just a really aesthetic moment. And it made me happy.
problem one: i'm crushing one of my close guy friends. problem two: i have to wait 20 more days until i will be continuously wearing my taylor swift cardigan. problem three: i have to figure out how i'm going to get christmas presents to my friends who don't have school on the same days i do. problem four: i'm 99% sure that i am addicted to music. problem five: i still have to find a christmas gift for my mom. problem six: i'm 17 and i still sleep with 6 stuffed animals. problem seven: i don't have enough money to get a signed taylor swift cd problem eight: my sister's birthday present shipped but hasn't arrived yet problem nine: i can't find a way to get my brother to shut up about all his rubik's cube stuff
kind of ******* for absolutely no reason so here's are the most stupid problems in my life right now because i needed a laugh and i am too stressed to write a poem about depression and all of my actual problems so here are nine of the most stupid problems in my life
The devil walked into a store Eying the clearance rack.
He made eye contact with the cashier Walking towards the half priced jackets Flannels & boots.
At that moment he saw something that became his whole world.
His fingers wild with excitement passing through all the colors The hangers clanging against metal feverishly to find that they didn't have his size. He thumbed back through the sizes as though something would have changed Checking then double checking.
He asked the cashier if they had anymore in the back, much to his dismay to receive the same answer.
He saw a cardigan in his size but hated the way it looked.
Flapping the hood up and down. He circled the store Looking up & down the isles.
Until he noticed the buttons. Those big wooden buttons Memories of a different time & place How fast time slips away.
Mortality is surprising as it should be. That you should die is not implied by life Or pain. There is a sweater hanging in his closet. If one were to look closely at the neck the thread begins un raveling the re. No one will notice she s ai d. But it is his sweater and he noticed. But it is only a sweater and really no one will notice. It isn't what they look for.