Smart articles rooted in obsessions

AM:

1. wash just your oily ass nose

2. cotton pad toner with thayers witch hazel

3. sunscreen!  trader joes or sun bummm

PM:

1. oil cleanse (currently using primera oil cleanser its ok, just super small)

2. gel cleanser from olay

3. trader joes rose petal toner 3 x layers

4. niacimide from the ordinary

5. hylauronic acid from the ordinary

6. caffeine eye serum from the ordinary

7. laniege cream to skin watery milky water moisturizer

8. moisturizer - missha super aqua waterful cream

8. khiels avocado eye cream

9. primera lip mask

if we were falling

forever down a long dark 

chute

we’d feel the same

except with the start and the end  

I just want 

to sit and 

listen to music 

and feel time stop

nobody breathe

nobody move

just the soft beat coursing 

through my veins and 

calming my ever intense

anxiety-plagued 

Why do you stay up so late?

What do you even do at 12:12 at night?!

I breathe and cling onto the last few moments of my day. A day that was just another day. Another day of just existing without meaning. 

Another reminder of the countdown. 

Please stay. Please don’t go. 

Please don’t change. Please don’t become a new person. Please love yourself. 

I hate change

I hate myself for changing. Why can’t I just be me and hold on to enough?

Sheila was like every other student. Average in all classes, average in looks, and from an average household. She didn’t enjoy school too much. She got married at 25 and had her first child, Sam, at age 27. She raised him well and really loved him. Cried when she realized how much he had grown. Cried because it meant how much she had grown. She used to be a child, too.

Sam was like every other student. Average in all classes, average  in looks, and from an average household. He got married at 27 and had his first child, Sheila, at age 29. He raised him well and really loved her. Cried when he realized how much she had grown. Cried because it meant how much he had grown. He used to be a child, too.

Sheila was like every other student. Average in all classes, average in looks, and from an average household. She didn’t enjoy school too much. She got married at 25 and had her first child, Sam, at age 27. She raised him well and really loved him. Cried when she realized how much he had grown. Cried because it meant how much she had grown. She used to be a child, too.

Sam was like every other student. Average in all classes, average  in looks, and from an average household. He got married at 27 and had his first child, Sheila, at age 29. He raised him well and really loved her. Cried when he realized how much she had grown. Cried because it meant how much he had grown. He used to be a child, too...

I wanna be you. I wanna be someone. I wanna mean something

I wanna mean something to someone.

Is that why I love art?

The round carousel of analysis

Of its purpose

Of what it means

But does it mean anything

If Life imitates Art