sjsprWriting

In my swivel-y chair I sit

Staring at my computer screen for eternity

Swinging up and down through endless moods

Thinking about all the art I will make

All the effort it will take

I cant do anything

Piles of school work consume my mortal body

My head hurts

O why O why

Why am I doing this now?

I just wanna make art

With no pressure to create at all

I wanna make comics

I wanna play music

I wanna go to concerts

I wanna make t-shirts and stickers

I wanna dye my hair

I am ready for art school

Counting down the days

NYC is terrifying and yet

It is welcoming

Please

Let me leave

Are we done yet?

Five days

Five day

Five da

Five d

Five

Fiv

Fi

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