My life is circling the drain. I can't get myself out of this rut.
I have cried every day for the past week. Excessively. I didn't think my body had so many tears.
I started a new blog under a different name to document my current situation. I won't post it here yet. Maybe in a few months. All I know as this is killing me. I don't know who to turn to, I can't talk about it with anyone. I just end up in my bed with heaving sobs. My stomach is constantly in my throat...I just want to puke from confusion and emotion. I don't even know what emotions I'm feeling. Loss, maybe? I don't know, I just hope I figure it out soon before I lose it.
I'm contemplating submitting some photography to a friends art competition. My only problem is, all my favourites are either grainy from my phones camera (yeah, my best ideas are when my camera is mia), not following the general rules of photography OR are 'private'. Do I submit a photo of my 'Y', even though you can tell it's me by the tattoo?
So, I have been declined prospective jobs so many times of late I'm considering just giving up and becoming a drifter. I'll fruit pick and can-collect my way to world domination. I'll start smoking pot and living out of my rainbow-coloured van. You just watch.
I'm a little nutty. Always overthinking. Totally unsure. In love with words, roller derby and pinup girls. Strict vegetarian, not quite strong enough for veganism. I like to tap my feet to tunes and ponder the words I'll never write down. I question too much and tend to forget how short life is. I think snuggles in bed on a rainy day beats doing anything else, ever. I think Autumn is the best season. I collect rubber duckies and have an addiction to buying books. There is much more to know, however it is all just as tedious as this has been...so... ENDx