Here is another angle

on a story about losing my mind,
but I want it to be different and fresher than before.

But here’s the problem:

It’s always the same.
It’s always like, completely spiraling,
drinking too much wine (I don’t even like wine)
drawing instead of writing,
eating instead of cooking,
hot showers when it’s 90 out because my mom always says that in Australia they drink tea when it’s hot and I somehow convince myself that the showers are the same.