I tried to learn how to draw images with a vector program. (It’s more like “traced” to be quite honest.)
I feel very far, far, far away from home. I woke up and made a trek to the grocery store, but the world around me didn’t look the same as it did the day before.
I came across a video of getting things finished, not perfect. You “perfect” and get better as you go, but you can never perfect if you never complete. I have completion issues. I have perfection issues. I need to figure this out. If I am going to design worlds and environments and a picturesque solution […]
I say that I don’t hate people. Which is true. I can think of the most profound wrongs of my life and not actually hate that person. I sympathize with them. I understand why they did what they did. It’s very annoying but whatever. Instead, I resent them. I “get over” whatever I perceive as […]
Ironically enough, this entire pro-black, black girls rock, #blackgirlmagic, naturally beautiful, body positivity, break down the gender norms and heteronormative standards and binaries blah blah blah gave made me like myself less. I’m not magical or outstanding or… anything. I’ve generally always been positive and accepting and I’ve always had broad definitions of beautiful that […]
Have you seen that episode of Bob’s Burgers where it’s Linda’s (the mom) birthday? This is how I feel every day.
I am invisible and unappreciated and underestimated.So what happens to you when I leave?
This is the last time I will complain about the GRE and the higher education system.
I first started writing when I was about 10. I had always been a book fanatic and growing feelings of low self-worth, loneliness, and the beginnings of the never-ending pangs of depression meant that I needed a hobby independent of other people. I would take pages of printer paper and write stories (dramatic fonts and hand-drawn […]
I feel like I’m trying to climb an overflowing volcano.
Object permanence is a lie created by the government to make you complacent. I work near an airport. It is far enough away that the sound of planes cannot be heard indoors, but close enough that when I’m walking around outside, I can see them after takeoff. Like a five year old, every time a plane […]
I will cram the past week into one blog.