Friday, 18 January 2013

Uhh rejection. It hurts so much. It feels unfamiliar now, after my weeks on the happy pills. It still hurts though. What do I do? I am too tired to write or paint or draw. Too ashamed too talk about.

I go to bed. I craft and weave my dreams and set them in motion. This world is just as real as the next.

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