there is too much. my school, my family, my lover, my friends, my doctor, my job. the mess in the kitchen, the mess in the living room, my messy room, the medication, the bills, the groceries, the cat, the plants on the windowsill. the music, the photographs, the television, the pencils and thick white sketchbooks, the sunlight on the wall. the cravings, the lonliness, the disappointment, the misunderstanding, the miscommunication. i am not special. it’s just too much.

it’s late. i should go to bed.