I don't like feeling trapped.

It was the middle of November last year when I had the closest thing to a real mental breakdown that I've ever experienced. For several nights in a row I lay on the thin Berber carpet in one of the lightless study lounges or on a low wall in a nearby parking garage, sobbing and wishing for some private space and for some respite from all of my ( Read more... )

Word of the Month:

drowning

Because I'm a procrastinating idiot ( Read more... )

I can't buy anything on credit because I've never bought anything on credit.

It's a funny world we live in, isn't it?

I have no idea what I'm going to do for fun for the next three weeks, outside of Morphicon. No car, no computer, no friends.

Maybe I'll like... better myself or something.

My best friend's step-brother committed suicide last night.

Somehow the snow on the ground seems right.

I realize this a point that has been run into the ground, but I'm going to make it again anyway ( Read more... )

Fuckfuck. Fritz leaves in under two days and I'm freaking out a little. The first couple of weeks after being separated always suuuuuuuuuuck.

In other news, all the new stuff has been uploaded to my dA gallery now. I really am proud of this batch, so I would be slightly offended if you didn't have a look. ;)