I Dont Know What to Do With My Life

And my life doesn't know what to do with me




~.Noisy head.~

But I still can't create anything.
No poetry.
No music.
No art utensils.
No free time.
No peace of mind.
~!NO CREATIVITY TO BE FOUND HERE!~






I also keep being irresponsible and skipping college here and there. I'm not sure I enjoy this systematic lifestyle and environment.
It would be lovely to donder off to some other part of the planet, and find something less stressful and organised than all this expensive kerfuffle.






swirly thoughts spiralling into themselves.



































nothing makes sense anymore.

I want to transform into a beautiful elder flower tree, and retire from humanity.