i'm becoming a copy of my father slowly but surely. i'm drawing on the walls again. i'm listening to folk music like i believe in something. i want to feel the sun on my skin all the time and become a walking freckle. i refuse to go to therapy. i write love letters to my friends. i worry. i argue with strangers online. i wish i had a dog. two dogs. twenty dogs. i take myself too seriously when i shouldn't. i don't see the point in anything sometimes. i keep making things with my hands just in case.










