yesterday my birthday
36. still a teen. still here.
yesterday while walking thru Clinton Hill I stopped to take a photo of some trash cans. half a block later a guy came up and asked if I paint. Then did a gesture like spray painting. I smiled and said no but thanks for asking. ?
therapist says I don't cry enough. Or haven't grieved enough.
Adiemus is playing on Spotify and is making me feel weirdlt nostalgic for like hippie childhood times.
what the fuck does "healing my inner child" even mean