unhappy.
i should stop singing sad songs to myself.
i should stop staring at blank things.
reaching a stage where i want to cry all the time.
not even sure why the anxiety is so high.
cant even get off the guitar or the paint brush.
probably means something is bothering my mind.
just want sleep.
maybe i will stand in the shower.
the happiest thing in my room are the flowers.
the poppies are like butterflies in cocoons almost about to hatch.
i am excited for the colours. they will be a surprise.
my pale purple ones are in the giant glass peanut jar i bought.
i'm glad i found some way of using that.
they are so pretty.
life is interesting.
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