silences are growing too stiffling,
i am unable to make myself produce anything resourceful today.
math work is lying all over the table, its bad. i should file my work.
organise it, yea. put them away, neatly.

was playing ball today with my siblings in the living room before our mom trampled in and confiscated the ball. and the volume control on peecee boy is stuck, the virus is starting to haunt my computer.

it'll be good to stay up tonight, it feels special,
and i hope it rains.

i have not painted for ages.
im starting to feel old.