wander my less than mediocre life

March.

March.

hands of the weekend make me weak

March17th2017

you have no right to say hurtful things to me. (me overthinking someone telling me I'm overthinking). maybe I just analyze more then the average person. maybe I just think instead of not bothering to think at all. or speak up. maybe I just take words seriously and actions and I want to know why and how. maybe you under think.

feb20

Friday made me feel alive. Saturday I got a hole in my face aka my nose pierced. Big step towards rebellion. I’m still awake after spending 18 hours at CPC today doing projects for my studios. I am mentally emotionally &physically drained. I can hear the load of laundry I put in just now as I patiently await my alarm to go off in 45 mins telling me to “wake up” aka get out of bed and go to class to have my shitty art work critiques for six hours straight. I feel inspired. Also, I want more free time to spend time expressing my inspiration instead of cutting out colored squares. I want my dog in my lap right now. I want a hug. Some hot tea would be nice. I’m going to lay my head down and try not to think about the blaring alarm that is about to go off and the weird feeling my in left nostril. Also the fact that I would love a nice body to body snuggle action right now. Is that too much to ask for? Rhetorical questions are fun. Goodnight my audience of myself.

My Calvins Pt. 1-9 2.3.17

1.30.17

1.25.17 b4 a movie

The rain drizzles the clouds grow dark like a blanket sheltering those below the earth breaths mother nature's tongue presses against my forehead I feel ok

1.23.17

1.23.17