journal 6.

looking back on it, it is disappointing to realize how sad I have always been. can someone please help me? just something, anything, please one thing that will make me smile. even if it’s just a little bit. a teeny weeny bit? please, anyone. hello? oh fuck it you’re crazy you’re just talking to yourself anyway.

(please understand that these really are journal entries. these are things I write to myself personally. they usually shouldn’t be shared but I like when people understand people. it helps us understand ourselves. sharing our personal thoughts are one way of doing that. understanding.)


self portrait.

hung up from the sky

pulled toward the ground

strings and all

a twisted mess of thread

canvas rough skin

and a zipped up head

push and pulled

controlled by my wire

a mind heard ticking

heart is missing.