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I can't sleep, and it's 7:15
and I feel gross and horrible
and my body and mind are fighting with me
every step of the way.

My hair is a wreck
and my skin feels bad right now
and I feel bloated and terrible,
probably from too much salty food.

My clothing isn't flattering at all.
It isn't that it doesn't fit, it's just not flattering.

I can't change any of this, right now
and it's frustrating as hell.
My phone isn't even in service.
I kind of want to hide under a rock
and hide out until all of these things wither away
as will I.

Maybe if I hide under the ground for long enough,
the impending craziness will pass over me, as well.
I don't know if I'm up for much, right now.
I don't know what happened.

Questions!

Recently, I handwrote the answers to some questions from a questionnaire!

I'll repost a few of them here. ♥

List 5 movies that you love!

Describe your favorite food! Who makes it?

Name three things you like about yourself!

Have you had any real Tumblr crushes? If you want to keep your mystery, answer with a drawing.

Draw a selfie!

Low.

I haven't felt this low in awhile.
The commission well seems to have dried up.

The local job market isn't biting.

It's just a few more months before I'll be back there again, a credit under where I'd have liked to have been because of insurmountable Summer tuitions, which hopefully won't hold me back any more than an extra course next year.
And, come September, then can resume their mission to diminish me further, and I'll resume their fucking eggshell dance.

There are options, but something is holding me back.
I don't know what.

I need a nap. Or a hug. Or something.
I don't know.

Speaking of naps, my sleep schedule continues to make me its bitch. It seems so unobtainable during the late and uncomfortable hours of a dark planet with no people, and yet during the day it's like I'm a husk of a human being. Where did my surplus of energy go? It flits in and out to spite me.

I don't know what to do anymore. Why is it always like this?

With at least one less worry of stale ice cream cones- no ice cream, just the cone- for my dinner, I still feel trapped.
I would kill for a haircut.
I would kill to not have to look at this faded brown hair, anymore.
I want to do more.
Not really,
I just want to vanish right now.

At least I'm not horrendously lonely?

Written Kitten!!

I don't update frequently, I'm sorry! 許してにゃん♥

I have never been so motivated to write 500 words so quickly in my life.

Seriously, wtf did I just write?

Gullpufflings!

Another odd dream!

I have some strange dreams.

Rocketman!

I just wanted to bring some attention to my little turtle! I think he's lovely. ♥