(As in:

(As in:
… you have no clue where you see yourself
in a couple of years …
… you are too lazy to learn
… your writing is
and
… you are
at approaching new people …
… and also, your
since your basic art class eight years ago), …
… just wait till it’s 10pm, put on a melancholic Spotify playlist, wrap yourself in a hoody and blanket, then smoke a cigarette and feel sick for five minutes because you never smoke, and finally, jot down a whiny website with all your worries listed in a couple of sections, and hit publish.