Sunday, August 18, 2013

Missing Medicine


















My room is kind of a giant shrine. It is my asylum, I fill it with things I make and things I love. It is a safe haven and a sanctuary.
My hair is now blue. I was overexcited about the curls. They have stayed all day. I'll miss them.
I am out of medicine. My anxiety is drowning me as I twiddle my thumbs and lash out at friends and loved ones.

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