the end to a pretend summer
I didn't let any of it get me down too hard. All the weight, all the bullshit that the end of this summer rubbed in my face and into my mouth and up my nose - it didn't incapacitate me. It didn't so much as keep me in my bed. So a big Fuck You to everything that tried; I'm tougher than you thought and guess what? I didn't turn my back, I'm not running away, I'm mending everything one day at a time with a beautifully confusing sense of enthusiasm and charisma.
That might be one of the nicest things I've ever said about myself.
And if I have to do it all by myself, so be it. I would rather do it alone than with... well.. than with someone who stopped caring a long time ago.
Anyway, all is well. I'm ready for classes to start. I already have collaborations planned and I'm fleshing out a lot of my concepts from last year and from earlier this summer. Oh, and Sierra is back! How could I not be excited?
That might be one of the nicest things I've ever said about myself.
And if I have to do it all by myself, so be it. I would rather do it alone than with... well.. than with someone who stopped caring a long time ago.
Anyway, all is well. I'm ready for classes to start. I already have collaborations planned and I'm fleshing out a lot of my concepts from last year and from earlier this summer. Oh, and Sierra is back! How could I not be excited?