i have hairy legs, check it out
its; 532am
this house is empty, im listening to an old old burned cd
my room is a complete mess.
it has become one of those things that i cant start anymore
its passed this imagined line i draw for absolutely fucking everything that
dictates my actions
a little timeframe that i pass and therefore cannot approach anymore
the window's passed?
i played the sims for a bit since i couldnt sleep
well, i pressed fast forward and observed the chaos
they all just piss on themselves and cry and such
i managed to pass this semester
dont know whether or not to continue photography
expensive, competitive field
gratification isnt usually in a monetary form
dont get my wrong
i love photography
love it
but that doesnt necessarily turn into a job
im excited, though
the weathers warmer
i can do this year's nighttime photography
expanded
i can tell you
i get so excited, i walk the streets and see future images
its a good feeling
in the process of going back into therapy
there are essential human skills that ive failed to develop
and this is catching up with me
i have this overwhelming anxiety that has basically
crippled a good part of my childhood and teenage life
and continues to do so
i do a load of irrational things to avoid real and imagined anxiety
some people deal with emotional stress and pain by cutting
but that is also a manifestation of other emotional and psychological incongruences
i get anxious fairly easily
and express this through some obsessive-compulsive behaviors
face rubbing and body scratching
as far as scratching goes,
i usually pick a specific spot on my body and stick with it for anywhere from several months to several years
my past spots have been:
the insides of my elbows, my elbows, my back, the insides of my knees, and my legs.
there is now a decent amount of scarring on my legs
for this problem has only gotten worse as responsibilities grow
i can take off several layers of skin, so it is obvious when ive been doing it because im either covered in scabs or patches of my skin are obviously shades lighter
i scratch when under pressure,
when i have a lot to do or im fighting heavily with my parents or friends
when im depressed or overwhelmed
when i just cant take it anymore type of thing
this isnt something new
i went to the doctor for this when i was in like, 4th grade
i was given a cream and sent on my way
and the most i can do is type away on my frilly fucking pink laptop
tra la fucking la
i went to go brush my teeth
but there was this teeny little fly in the
cabinet
ech
this is an alarm call
so wake up, wake up now
summer night photog
yayay
this house is empty, im listening to an old old burned cd
my room is a complete mess.
it has become one of those things that i cant start anymore
its passed this imagined line i draw for absolutely fucking everything that
dictates my actions
a little timeframe that i pass and therefore cannot approach anymore
the window's passed?
i played the sims for a bit since i couldnt sleep
well, i pressed fast forward and observed the chaos
they all just piss on themselves and cry and such
i managed to pass this semester
dont know whether or not to continue photography
expensive, competitive field
gratification isnt usually in a monetary form
dont get my wrong
i love photography
love it
but that doesnt necessarily turn into a job
im excited, though
the weathers warmer
i can do this year's nighttime photography
expanded
i can tell you
i get so excited, i walk the streets and see future images
its a good feeling
in the process of going back into therapy
there are essential human skills that ive failed to develop
and this is catching up with me
i have this overwhelming anxiety that has basically
crippled a good part of my childhood and teenage life
and continues to do so
i do a load of irrational things to avoid real and imagined anxiety
some people deal with emotional stress and pain by cutting
but that is also a manifestation of other emotional and psychological incongruences
i get anxious fairly easily
and express this through some obsessive-compulsive behaviors
face rubbing and body scratching
as far as scratching goes,
i usually pick a specific spot on my body and stick with it for anywhere from several months to several years
my past spots have been:
the insides of my elbows, my elbows, my back, the insides of my knees, and my legs.
there is now a decent amount of scarring on my legs
for this problem has only gotten worse as responsibilities grow
i can take off several layers of skin, so it is obvious when ive been doing it because im either covered in scabs or patches of my skin are obviously shades lighter
i scratch when under pressure,
when i have a lot to do or im fighting heavily with my parents or friends
when im depressed or overwhelmed
when i just cant take it anymore type of thing
this isnt something new
i went to the doctor for this when i was in like, 4th grade
i was given a cream and sent on my way
and the most i can do is type away on my frilly fucking pink laptop
tra la fucking la
i went to go brush my teeth
but there was this teeny little fly in the
cabinet
ech
this is an alarm call
so wake up, wake up now
summer night photog
yayay