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the train must have hit something chartreuse. how I'm feeling now is bad, someone etched "what this sucks" into the glass. the sky I'm watching is just sky plus a streak of chartreuse plus "what this sucks"
I have not been on this past week.
I did not do much...
I have unfinished paintings, unhandedout valentines, a messy room, a very clean bookshelf.
fucked relations, finished homework, a lot of words put down on paper.
I'm unmotivated, feeling undone.
even now, I know it's okay& I'm on my way to jp, my whims are just so fucking overpowering and my views on humans and evil and consciousness WILL come and I will stop the sociology side projects and move to Germany and throw myself at the
mercy of...
grace?
I have not been on this past week.
I did not do much...
I have unfinished paintings, unhandedout valentines, a messy room, a very clean bookshelf.
fucked relations, finished homework, a lot of words put down on paper.
I'm unmotivated, feeling undone.
even now, I know it's okay& I'm on my way to jp, my whims are just so fucking overpowering and my views on humans and evil and consciousness WILL come and I will stop the sociology side projects and move to Germany and throw myself at the
mercy of...
grace?