What I am

I'm proud of me this week. I'm doing much better in school than I thought.

But on the other hand, I am entirely lacking in other aspects of my life.

I think I worry my mother too much, and my lack of caring about myself makes me worried too.

But working up an effort to care makes me feel aggravated. Why can't I be the me now? It's not the healthiest me, but it's the most comfortable me that I've come to know.

Buy me a forest and a library and I'll love you forever. That's all I need.

but you know, without the bugs... and all. thanks.