Monday, 18 May 2015
05:17:32 PM (GMT)
My teacher: He gave me an incomplete, which was so incredibly nice of him,
because now I can finish my essays over the summer and hand them in and get caught
up. So I can pass one of my three classes.
My kidney: If it's really that bad I wish they'd just cut it out already, I
don't have time for this. Come on, I've got another one anyway, just get rid of the
Last night: I was high and I realized that The Lake Isle of Innisfree
is just a copy of Walden. We could call it British Walden. Little baby
Yeats reading Walden. Grown-up Yeats emulating Thoreau.
My future: Determined by how quickly I can find a job, buy a cintiq, put
My latest animal: It was cats, foxes, bats and crows, now bees and luna moths
My love life: Eighty-five different guys think it's cool to just hit me up
whenever they want a girl to donate some nudes to their charity of self-love and no
sir, I shall not. Do I have Pornhub.com written on my face?
My mental state: I've been depressed again and it's the kind where I lose
interest in everything that I find the most unbearable of all. In many phases of
depression I can find small pleasures in art and literature, which I tend to sink
roots into and draw life from, but I can't do that when I've lost interest in
everything I would typically treasure.
My hair: It's currently blue and brown, and soon will probably be black and
blue. Also I want luna moths in my hair as decorations. Because I am magical.