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my sewing machine is not working. more shirts have been piling up into the corner of my room everyday since this has happened and there are paints and thread and filled and empty bobbins and needles. everywhere. makes it hard to hide my obsession.
whenever ive tried writing anything down a big mess of cursives and capitals come out. somehow over the course of this two months my writing has become illiterate and thats fine if it doesnt mean going back to school to straighten it out again. this ap work is lingering over me like the bad plague. i am left with my smores cereal and stained milk sitting in front of me and that minimum wage log. i still dont have lactate pills.