I want to hug you and make everything better with cake and a trip to the cinema but you’re far away. Also I’m depressed and jobless and feel like I have failed and don’t want you to think bad of me because I love you and respect your opinion and also don’t want to bother you with my problems on top of your own so I’ve just been lurking on tumblr reading your posts and screaming internally. Also ridiculously excited to see you hopefully in Lincoln mayhaps.
I will DEFINITELY see you in Lincoln this I promise. And honey you aren’t failing any more than me GOD WE ARE SUCH FUCKUPS TOGETHER MY GOD WOW. we should start a depressed-and-jobless-former-art-students club except it would incorporate 50% of all recent arts graduates. I am so not looking forward to the grad show though because I will be sad and bitter about all the people who are deservedly succeeding.
