tomorrow I will get my shit together.

i can only handle today.
sometimes not even that.
something's gotta give.
at this point i've got nothing left to give.
just a stupid mouse for the cat to bang around.
this is not supposed to be so pessimistic.
that contradicts everything i'm trying to play out the first line up there.
in order to get my shit together, i have to be optimistic.
even the word alone sounds gay and overly full of shit.
but i'd rather err on its side
cuz they say it can do good things for u.
i'd rather use the term oblivious.
completely and utterly void of senses.
nah
that can't be me.
i feel too much.
its like my nerve endings are exposed to every molecule out there.
i need to sleep.
recharge.
handle another day tomorrow.
no slack.