I treat every plan like a maybe

I dream of naps as world peace solutions.

I reply “haha” while spiraling inside.

I cancel plans like it’s an Olympic sport.

I ghost my problems and blame Mercury retrograde.

I laugh like my brain’s buffering.

I sip water like it’s therapy.

I vibe with pets and avoid humans.

I use “maybe” as my emotional out-of-office.

I fake focus while my mind does karaoke.

I talk to myself but in group chat format.

I exist between sleep and snack breaks.

I snack with the enthusiasm of a toddler.

I save memes as emotional documentation.

I blink dramatically during awkward silences.

If mess was a lifestyle I’m living it

Therapist: 'Do you self-sabotage?'
Me: 'Not on purpose, I’m just talented

I watch the same shows like it's a ritual.

I trust the fridge light more than my future.

I ghost peace to chase bad decisions.