will tell you a secret.

I get depressed easily.
The truth hurts, but I still like pushing until I get it.
But I won't start unless prompted.
It's not my problem.
Out of sight, out of mind.

I often think of things. And I think I'm totally going to do that when I grow up.
The someone does it.
I'm happy that my idea is out there.
I'm sad that it's not my idea.

Sleep it off.
Sleep, my escape.
Sleep.