I Feel Like I Put Hours Into Stuff, But Make No Progress. It's So Weird

I try to reflect, but the days start to blend.

Am I better because I worked hard, or was it the weather in the end?

I'd like to think I'll stay better, even if my mood fluctuates now and then

I don't want to think otherwise, I can't go through this yet again.

Did I get the wrong impression, or is it winter depression? I wish I could answer my own question, is it just winter depression?

Please don't let it be seasonal, it's not a tradition I'd like to continue

I want to just be better, Not have more work I'll have to redo.

I've worked, let it be lasting improvement, let it grow

Let it be some solid change, not habits I'll let go

I feel so disappointed, agitated, why couldn't I focus and get this done?

I was supposed to be better. Why does it feel like I'm back at step one?

The anxious buzzing swirls around me and doesn't seem to stop

It's like a never ending carousel, it'll keep spinning 'til I drop

-drop all my responsibilities, give up and run away

-away from all those telling me it'll all be okay

Cause it's not okay, I'm not okay. Don't lie and say I will be

Ugh, I need to get some cool glasses like yesterday

“So often, a visit to a bookshop has cheered me, and reminded me that there are good things in the world.”

― Vincent van Gogh

When I feel I wanna die, I have a lil cry, cut and dye my hair, say I'm all set

I keep pretending I'm all better, but I'll always be a fretter, stability is something I'll never quite get

The Tempest

"Hell is empty and all the devils are here."

Act 1

Congrats daughter, you're finally old enough to hear the family drama. I need to go enact my revenge now; but here's a boyfriend I'll pretend to disapprove of as a consolation gift.

Act 2

Your friendly neighborhood island spirit does a lot of putting people to sleep, then waking them up again, but this time, to stop a murder. Caliban tastes liquor for the first time and is convinced butler buddy is God.

Act 3

Not knowing her father's watching, Miranda and Ferdinand promise to marry each other. Ariel conjures a banquet to lure the old royals and confront them, then makes it vanish before they can eat.

Act 4

“We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and or little lives are rounded with a sleep.”

Prospero: Jk, Jk, daughter. I do, in fact, approve of boyfriend.

Act 5

Everyone reunites, all is forgiven, and Ariel and Caliban are freed. Prospero quits magic and travels with everyone for Miranda and Ferdinand's upcoming wedding; in addition to him becoming Duke again.

She craves perfection. A mortal striving to attain the perfection of a celestial. Oh! What I would give for her to see, herself through my eyes! To know I worship daily at her feet! To know her flaws, to me, are her wings, Her tears, my crystals, divine. Love, it is no harm living a human. Being human. Icarus flew, until he was no more. Please, I pray, let me sing with you, And not of you. -ENYAH --@purplepeiskos

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My audition today went really well, and the director said I was "fantastic" and " you'll be hearing from us soon." So, idk, good things can happen in this messy year and I hope everyone else has something good happen to them soon too. Gotta spread them good vibes, wouldn't be fair to keep them all to myself.