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I am beyond livid.
I am feeling VERY womanly today, and it’s okay :D
I have *no* idea what I’m doing for Spring Break. Canadian friend offered me visitation fun up there, but I don’t have a passport, poop. Sigh, it sucks living 6 hours from home..
I’d just like if maybe you said..”Oh, honey, I’m so sorry ____” or “It’ll be okay” or “Well *I* love you.” or something, instead of approaching all of my sadness as something to be logically talked down to.
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Been feeling very fragile lately. I’m all smiles in public, but I have been doubting every breath, every glance, every spoken word, and worrying that deep down, everybody cannot wait until I leave the room.
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Wounded by the internet.
Woke up with my photos posted to 4chan on a “ugliest thing I stuck my dick in” thread. I..don’t believe any of my exes would really do that. It was probably a troll, leeching photos off my facebook. But seeing countless people saying.. “Ugly whore.” “Fix your face.” “Ew, butterface.” “Chubby.” “No amount of Photoshop...
Never good enough..
Doubts, doubts, doubts. Art is horrifyingly serious and I just don’t know if I have what it takes sometimes. I’ve been struggling, STRAINING, for 10+ years to create art and still I cannot create things that please me. How can I possibly learn Illustrator, Photoshop, all of the required programs, in these last 2 years at Mansfield? I want to be a Graphic Designer. I really do, now. I...
Find it pretty cool that my submission to @stophatingyourbody was put up now, right after I drew this picture. I submitted that photo some time last week. :B
…I…wow. I feel…does this…this EXISTS? …This feels familiar.
My bed is a tangled nest of blankets and pillows, my comfortable, impenetrable fortress of hidden joy and safety. But lately, I crave your legs sneaking into my side, the throaty, clogged, breathy snores that erupt from you and startle me awake. I miss you, and those words don’t do it justice.
I lay awake for a long time last night. Every time I shut my eyes, the sensation of rushing forward at increasing speeds surrounded me. I mentally tried to stop it, to stick my hand out of my mental window, but the force of my speed blew my hand back. I opened my eyes to the dimness of my room, the silence of its emptiness interrupted by the perpetual bubbling of my lonely fish tank. The little...
Another idea, fizzled and dead. Sigh. No, no no, Don’t let me stop. Please. Peter’s pushing me to continue my children’s book idea. Really, I just want to finish *one thing* that I start. Is that too much, brain?