Portfolio, sent
We finished almost 2 hours before time was called, but we had to stay to clean up, everyone signed a little thank-you card for Haynes, I realized I had a hard time writing a message, because there's nothing I could recall that she had done specifically for me, that made me want to thank her.
They say, she's stressed over it.
Like we weren't.
Malu suggested that we have tea together. I said sure, I wanted someone to be around. We ended up just sitting under a tree and talked. The sunlight splashed through the leaves onto my palms. Something in me is alive, and something else dead.
Juan said, you have anxiety.
I only feel that my bubble is breaking. It makes me nervous.
Panic Disorder
There're only so few people I can talk to. Or at least hold a conversation with. Malu being one. The gang in AP Portfolio are honest and true. At least I don't wish them to shut up.
You need to be honest with yourself, to do art.
I think I'll take a break before I can draw.
Photography is consuming me, things through those lenses can be beautiful.
Bill tried to smack me with a card board, I closed my eyes and stood still. He didn't do it. I trusted him, I told him he's one of the few people who will never hurt me, with confidence. I just believe so. That guy knows pain too well. I don't know him well enough to conclude, but I'm willing to believe. He said, of course not, I'll never hurt you. What impressed me most, is that he'd take my caprice, no matter how unreasonable.
I thought I was going mad. I thought I wanted to be alone.
Will used to forcefully take me out, that actually liberated me.
I feel so empty these days.
Food isn't even helping.
Daman, will you make my mom brownies?
I bought the mix.
They say, she's stressed over it.
Like we weren't.
Malu suggested that we have tea together. I said sure, I wanted someone to be around. We ended up just sitting under a tree and talked. The sunlight splashed through the leaves onto my palms. Something in me is alive, and something else dead.
Juan said, you have anxiety.
I only feel that my bubble is breaking. It makes me nervous.
Panic Disorder
There're only so few people I can talk to. Or at least hold a conversation with. Malu being one. The gang in AP Portfolio are honest and true. At least I don't wish them to shut up.
You need to be honest with yourself, to do art.
I think I'll take a break before I can draw.
Photography is consuming me, things through those lenses can be beautiful.
Bill tried to smack me with a card board, I closed my eyes and stood still. He didn't do it. I trusted him, I told him he's one of the few people who will never hurt me, with confidence. I just believe so. That guy knows pain too well. I don't know him well enough to conclude, but I'm willing to believe. He said, of course not, I'll never hurt you. What impressed me most, is that he'd take my caprice, no matter how unreasonable.
I thought I was going mad. I thought I wanted to be alone.
Will used to forcefully take me out, that actually liberated me.
I feel so empty these days.
Food isn't even helping.
Daman, will you make my mom brownies?
I bought the mix.