Why wasn’t I losing my shit. Screaming. Terrified? Because it was better than fucking uni French homework. Also, my head was on another level of existence.
Finished part 1 of my visual novel.
I don’t know where to begin. I’ve felt a fire in my head for days, and felt outside of my body and controlled by a higher power. Or is it a lower one. Transitions in time. Game of my life. Confusing. Fusing and bonding together. Memories tossed into a garage sale, hoping somebody else takesContinue reading “Reality has been confusing”
I washed my pixie cut with a bar of soap the entire time in the ward. Not nice soap, the absolute most default hospital bathroom type bar soap. Why? Well for starters I was too raving mad planning for the end times to yield to this fake society telling me to clear. Also, when IContinue reading “to deserve love”
I feel like after spending a few good hours alone, I start to connect to my best self. My best self is loving, wacky and curious. That core of me remembers my youth, mum and childhood. Of just drawing out of habit, not out of stress to be a proffesional. What does it mean toContinue reading “Depression is an indulgence”