Busy busy busy bee.
Why am I a busy bee?
Can I rest?
Can I breathe some air.
Is this living?
When will it be over?
There is the summer.
But summer school. Do I apply to summer school?
I want to be with my baby.
But babies need money. And security.
And to not be spoiled.
I just stopped writing to open a savings account.
Because my brain can’t freaking stop.
Time for bed. Time for bed.
Busy brain let’s go to bed.
