I Need To Take More Walks, If Only To Get Out Of My Head

I want to go thrifting again soon. I need to find more colored glass bottles, shiny trinkets, and little boxes to fulfill my crow-like needs

90s celestial decor

Sometimes, I worry that my mental health will never get better, not because I'm incapable of improving, but because being not okay has become a part of my identity. I've spent so much of my life being anxious and depressed that I'm scared of learning who I am outside of that; Even though I know my life would be far more fulfilling as I continue to get better.

I avoid sleep cause I like to pretend I can avoid tomorrow

Nothing's going to happen, but I've convinced myself the world's ending

So I'm building up a list of my worry and sorrow

It keeps my mind off of the night and morning skies blending

Maybe I just drink too much caffeine

I tell myself that, anyway

Cause I tend to ramble on like an anxious machine

And the more I do that, the longer I can keep sleep away

wizards are so gender

why is focusing hard? do I have to get brain premium or something?

I think there's something wrong with me, and I don't know what it is

I feel like a shaken can of soda, about to erupt with fizz

So I just keep myself busy, hoping that will do the trick

And then I retreat into my spiral mind, until the spinning makes me sick

Everything increases the pressure. Now I'm about to flip my lid

Yet there's no where to relax when the thoughts bubble back to everything I did

Do I post too often here? Is there such a thing as posting too often here?

idk, I just really want a sandwich