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Fun weekend. Photos to come.

I feel optimistic about this upcoming month though these subtle reminders do nothing for nervousness... i'll likely die nervous and hysteric in need of victorian electroshock therapy.... the old man with a vibrator trick- and i'll fall for it, again, and again...

i don't know what's wrong with me, i say as i rationalize away any trace of loyalty & innocence i had left but i adore you. I'd hate for you to know it.

Anything. and i mean it.

it's going to be a trial but i'm not going to smoke any cigarettes tonight, i fear i've given myself asthma, but of course i fear i've given myself a lot of things and never paid for any of them

so many different reasons to be positive... legs of a deer! oh i am so certainly in need of fresh consorts, an unpretentious sort with no aversion to random expeditions, dress up(i would love to take you home and try on your clothes..!) & play... i resolve to end swoonie weak-mindedness- starting this evening. i am far too complacent for my own mental health and therefore resolve to devour anyone i like at my own discretion. we exit this season of deeper materials and heavier fabrics- it's proper to wear any leftover remains as stole or capelet...
It's been winter for too long, I want to go rainy day mud-frolicking and wander around barefoot on nocturnal moth-watching expeditions. Until its end i will sit in my gossamer cocoon of ennui, aching to pupate. pupate..what a terrible word... yet so apripos

I've commenced treating my ennui with a strict diet of depraved, perverted art and metaphysical poets. Also, I graduated status one outpatient. Let us hope all goes well.