I'm not usually one to get lonely
I thrive off being by myself
I'm calmest alone
But after seven months of being here
And almost nowhere else,
I can't help but feel cabin fever overtake me
I've drawn so much I'm running out of ideas
I've listened to my playlists for hours on end
I've played all my games, watched new shows,
But it all feels so bland now
All the things that would brighten up my day,
Were just a dimly lit bulb
Waiting to be replaced
But I can't find the same size bulb anywhere
So I'm stuck.
Using what little is left of that burning out wire,
Still searching for a new bulb
But straining to see with that bulb
Is stealing away the energy I need to find that replacement light
Without my energy,
My motivation goes with it
And I become more and more complacent
If I could just find that light bulb,
Everything would be better again.
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Random Things I Write in My Notes
RandomHere are some random things I've written in the notes of my phone because, honestly, there's not much better than seeing what people write down to probably never look at again.
