uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh people on facebook are so FUCKING ignorant. It does my head in.
I need to read more, go on the internet less, sleep more, worry less, paint more, procrastinate less, exercise more and junk-binge less.
Fuck it. It’s not going to happen, is it. my body clock and my immune system is already fucked, and I’m always too tense and on edge to do any proper work, not that there is any space around here to do any work anyway. I’d like to do an oil painting but WHERE?
26 days and then that’s it. I start a new page of my life, a brand new one with silky, glossy paper.
All this shit will all just be a distant memory.
life right now is like walking along a tight rope.
I need 20th September.
my guts are churning
my heart is yearning
my hands uncontrollably shake
my mind is spinning
my feet are tripping
I need to get out of this place.