you ever think wow. my life was so good in the past. you know like three days ago
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PEELING ALL OF MY SKIN OFF AND BANGING MY HEAD INTO A WALL!
PEELING ALL OF MY SKIN OFF AND BANGING MY HEAD INTO A WALL!
you ever think wow. my life was so good in the past. you know like three days ago
i lwk dont want to even put in a five minute email for the thing for scratch because im paranoid soooo.. and snx has an account here so idc !!! if anyone has an acc on scratch pls go tell @mile-high-coby that i’m prob just gonna be here for the foreseeable future, :3 until i get less paranoid or get sick of being confined here,, anywho pls do i’ll be eternally grateful <3 tysm
tfw youre listing reasons your life is good and one isnt applicable anymore . and that lowkey the reason you fell into listing good things in your life just subconsciously. and then you feel worse!!! kind of everything is bad right now! there is no point in listing that! God have mercy on my soul!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
that was such a big last post idk what to say since then ermmm ive watched like three movies in the past week which is cool i guess
Recently, I’ve…
Read—Poor People by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Watched—My Man Godfrey
Made—urhh,,, I caught up my journal entries and I worked on my house in bloxburg lol.
I am…
Reading—To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee
Watching—Once Upon A Time
Making—a little magazine about my various interests, purely for myself of course
I will…
Read—Romeo and Juliet (partly for fun and partly for school)
Watch—It Came From Outer Space (possibly, my to watch list is never really set for sure)
Make—a full sketch, hopefully with color, of a sort of early renaissance dress and other wear outfit, costume, whatever and such I am planning
What has and what will everyone else do?
i’ve had NOTHING TO SAY FOR A WHOLE MONTH 😨😨😨
how lame do i become i if i say i dress the way i do because of fallour
me when my poetry gets increasingly applicable
found a pin account with my name and with boards ab the beatles and silent film what is happening
its kinda crazy uh. life moves too fast. too, too fast. that wasnt six months ago, that wasnt a year ago, that wasnt two. i. im too old. i’ll be too old. all im doing is getting older—im not making any thing of it. i havent done anything exceptional in years—sure, im a published author, but, god, thats old, old news. ive fell off. i plan to do exceptional things, but everyone will be dead by then, nothing but ghosts to congratulate me on my milestones, or share in my troubles, or to share in those everyday joys which i suppose can be experienced alone but are double or triple the joy when with another. those i must experience with only my own suffocating thoughts to accompany me. i dread just the thought of it. all my family dead, all my friends long gone, and perhaps i will meet more but i fear they will only remind me of the others, as is already happening. remind me of friends which i have left and regret doing so, friends who have left me and which i wonder if, of the situation, there is nothing i couldve done better to keep their love, friends who have left, simply left, no thought to it or no choice, or those which have drifted away without want from either party, but are still there to talk to—if i could muster the courage. if i could muster the courage! god! all my problems will leave me then. then i will not leave my friends, then i will not make my friends want to leave me, then i will not drift away from them, +
i got shingles prevention ads when i was just listening to music from like the fifties and early sixties and now im getting botox ads as im listening to music from the thirties
whats really funny is, despite almost always drawing people that look at least sort of similar to me, i’ve never drawn someone with a cleft chin. like, ever.