"So when are you going to do something with your degree?" he asks, nochalantly, and I just want to scream at him -- i fucking hate you.

life has been going ok. my art collective suddenly received recognition and we've been in galleries, museums, it's weird, and so unlike us.

but tonight does bring me to wondering where i'm going, and wondering why i wake up so sick to my stomach, and how to deal with this self hatred and longing for someone, anyone, who understands.

been reading this book called "feeling good." it's actually ok. congitive therapy.

I haven't written in awhile and i sort of forget how to, how to let the words free from my head into words on the keypad. i've been writing more in an acutal journal. funny how life goes.

updates***


i have now been playing the guitar for 10 months.


uhm... yeah. i guess it's maybe that i don't feel like tying, or perhaps i'm unsure of my audience or lack therof. but i do hope that everyone is doing well, regardless.

*sigh*

perhaps it's that my life has been going better and i do feel less full of angst, but at the same time.......
i do i do i do i do i do i do.

been playing alot of music and writing songs. me! writing songs, pouring out my heart.


i'm in love with
you
you
you.



out.