The dark week is over! I resolve to be more optimistic, though, knowing me, I will probably procrastinate.
A coward among you...
Yeah, I chickened out at the last minute, bandaged my wrists, and stayed up all night reading Clowes.
Not that anyone cares, but I'm still alive.
Yeah, I chickened out at the last minute, bandaged my wrists, and stayed up all night reading Clowes.
Not that anyone cares, but I'm still alive.
Feeling less than slightly poetically interesting
I woke up and the numbers laughed at me. All my clothes were covered in lint, and there was a strange smell coming from the gaping hole in my wall.
I walked outside.
On the sidewalk, I met a seventy year old man dressed in a suit of human skin. He told me there was something funny ahead, and I had to go see.
I...
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I walked outside.
On the sidewalk, I met a seventy year old man dressed in a suit of human skin. He told me there was something funny ahead, and I had to go see.
I...
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Interpretation of a Suicide Grrl: charcoal, ink and guache on bristol board; background effects by photoshop.
There's something about mid March that gives off a vapor of hopelessness and despair. A single leaf sprouting is torn from a reawakening tree by the unforgiving remnants of an arctic wind.
Today is Monday, this is my first entry.
Today is Monday, this is my first entry.