Friday, November 7

The freaks come out at midnight


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I walk into my kitchen to get a glass of milk and I can't pick the bottle up. I feel so small and so weak. So frail.

I heart this photo
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Death day has arrived and passed!

It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.
Just had to wait for 2 torturous hrs thinking about what will happen next trying to emotionally control myself and prevent myself from puking all over the place.

I almost told my mom, "Be mentally prepared".
but it wasn't necessary.

Thankfully.

All is well that ends well.
He asked me, "So how do I lie to her"
That was the billion dollar question that made me wonder.

I thought I'd make my mother cry today.
But I'm pretty lucky I didn't.

Tchau fer now!

Dammit why do I think too much.

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