Some days you wake up determined to be a Good Person and get all your shit done and then it’s pizza for lunch and chocolate muffins for dinner and naps instead of cleaning and turning your homework in late and like. You’re still gonna wake up tomorrow, yeah? Probably? And if you do, great, and if you don’t, well, you aren’t going to be there to mind.

It’s gonna be okay, is what I’m saying. I guess. But hell, it’s not right now, and that’s okay too, in a weird way.