A note from Lucy: Started writing with a stable-ish mental state and a healthy sleep schedule. Spiralled into anxiety. Had an existential crisis. Sat on my bedroom floor at 04:36 AM eating cereal out of a mug and with a teaspoon. Wrote this. Et Voila!
Comments and reblogs are really appreciated as I crave validation and my will to write is a dying species. (Please, for the love of God help me out!)
You are walking poetry. I wish to explore you to the point where there is nothing left to discover or unearth. To pick apart everything to the very base of your existence. The good and the bad. The ugly and beautiful. Only then will I finally understand you and your troubled mind. Chaos incased by order; Overlooked, yet still intriguing to those who find deeper meaning within.
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The best part about Saturdays was the freedom they gave you. The ability to do what you wanted without school or your parents getting involved. All your homework was finished yesterday or the day before, leaving you to spend time with your friends. And that day rolled over to Sunday. The next day will be Monday, meaning you’ll be back to grind, neck-deep in even more coursework. All of it could be a little too overwhelming at times so you were glad to have the break.
