Nothing Is Working Out

Nothing is working out.

I slept late last night so I could sleep in.

It was 8 am when the hammering began, followed by the dragging of items across the floor.

I groaned, and it took some time for me to get back to my bad sleep.

I made my bed. I was prepared to lie in it.

No, I did not.

The piles of clothes transferred from my bed to my chair repeatedly.

Where did it all go wrong?

I sat in my chair with my playlist playing in the background.

My phone was between TikTok and games.

My iPad was on my notes app.

All while I was on my laptop typing away this poem.

I am just ranting.

My knee hurts.

My belly's big.

I am too lazy.

Not getting my steps in.

I cut down my gym sessions.

I cannot eat properly.

I don't even want to shower.

Finals are approaching.

What can I actually do?