i feel so relieved. i didn't think i could paint anymore. or draw. or imagine. i guess it wasn't THAT imaginitive, but it sure as hell is a start. i feel so good. so so so good. i have pink paint ALL OVER ME. and you have no idea how much i love it.
If I didn't talk to most of the people I'm acquainted with, I'd be okay with it. Sometimes packing up and shipping out sounds better than dealing with most of you. And I wouldn't mind starting fresh. Maybe I just make too many mistakes. Maybe I just don't focus. Maybe I don't really care.
that feeling i get in the pit of my stomach when this kind of stuff happens makes me want to vomit. and yet you care so much more for yourself it doesn't even matter.