Usefulness. Not in activity. Broken functions. Not required.

Nothing ever arrives in time. I dive. I'm standing restless on

the chair behind the table. Some green post-it papers stuck

on the table with my room mate's script on. They want to be

red. I don't. I'm just leaving them exactly where they are, 

without even recognising a letter of their words. I want to do

the exact opposite of what my functions would request me to.

Too many hours are separating me from my sleep.