I’m not happy. I’ve not been happy in a long time. I can’t remember the last time I was happy. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be happy. I’m usually grateful, smug, and have bursts of fun. I socialise a lot even though I’ve always been more comfortable alone. I have to always keep my … More Normal Feeling
About 7 or 8 years ago (can’t remember right now), I had my first job. I was desperately in need of money for myself and the only was I could get anything was if someone gave me a gift or if I worked for it — and no one gave me gifts. I’d seen a … More Fuck That Job
I don’t know what it is with siblings (maybe because I don’t have an older one) but my younger brother seems like he wants to do nothing else outside what I’m doing. Like down to kind of music I listen to and the way I dress. Normally, I don’t like it since I would prefer … More Where I Lead
For more than 15 years now, we’ve lived in small house after small house. Almost every night, there’s an argument over sleep and it’s arrangement. I’m angry. I’m angry about a lot of things.
On the first day of this year, someone asked me why I was so honest. I told her it was because telling the truth was way easier than lying. Especially in the long run. This year, 95% of everything I told anyone has been true. But what about the 5? I’ve told blatant lies this … More To Be Honest
I haven’t been doing much lately. Due to the fact that I won’t get a job, and I won’t do anything that isn’t design. And I haven’t been designing. It’s quite hard to work without tools, and that puts me in spot because I need tools to work and I need to work to get … More Broke by Design
I don’t handle death well. I might look calm and all and seem like a rock, but truly, water sloshing around in a plastic bag, wanting to just burst into a puddle and be all over the place. Two years ago, when Prince’s mum died, he called me and I was calm, like it was … More Tear Apart