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where i've been
I HAVE A PURPLE WILTING ROSE AND
no need for caps lock at the moment...
i have a sheet of paper that tells me when and where to show up for my next step towards education...
I've been thinking about futures and learning to throw punches and people i haven't spoken with in a while... i have some guilt to deal with... also a bit of anger i'm currently bottling in hopes that i will either A. forget about it or B. the issue will resolve itself.
I need to shave my legs.
This week should bring saucy new glasses and a first taste of PTA life... or the antithesis of that, i haven't decided which path to choose.
I'm upset with my father. It happens only veryvery rarely. It's an extremely unsettling feeling...
There is a large portfolio at the foot of my bed. it's full of paintings I haven';t even looked at in years... it's mocking me...
i'm supposed to frame them and hang them in my fathers new house. what else would i do? burn them? I won't ever amount to anything in that field... that girl got left behind a long time ago.
I'm tired and pissy and
praying for a sacrifice
I've just finished reading "Diary" by Chuck Pahlniuk or however the fuck you spell that guys name...
it wasn't a book that left a warm glow of accomplishment upon finishing. It was highly unsettling and gory and generally something i'd only think of in nightmares. and it was relateable on many levels. i think i just made that word up. it was a fucking good book.
I HAVE A PURPLE WILTING ROSE AND
no need for caps lock at the moment...
i have a sheet of paper that tells me when and where to show up for my next step towards education...
I've been thinking about futures and learning to throw punches and people i haven't spoken with in a while... i have some guilt to deal with... also a bit of anger i'm currently bottling in hopes that i will either A. forget about it or B. the issue will resolve itself.
I need to shave my legs.
This week should bring saucy new glasses and a first taste of PTA life... or the antithesis of that, i haven't decided which path to choose.
I'm upset with my father. It happens only veryvery rarely. It's an extremely unsettling feeling...
There is a large portfolio at the foot of my bed. it's full of paintings I haven';t even looked at in years... it's mocking me...
i'm supposed to frame them and hang them in my fathers new house. what else would i do? burn them? I won't ever amount to anything in that field... that girl got left behind a long time ago.
I'm tired and pissy and
praying for a sacrifice
I've just finished reading "Diary" by Chuck Pahlniuk or however the fuck you spell that guys name...
it wasn't a book that left a warm glow of accomplishment upon finishing. It was highly unsettling and gory and generally something i'd only think of in nightmares. and it was relateable on many levels. i think i just made that word up. it was a fucking good book.