I haven’t been completely honest.
Something happened to me a long time ago- something I even hid from myself that I’m really only coming to grips with now.
I love life and my family and my darling, but something is wrong and I need to fix it.
I would literally throw last year’s version of myself down a set of stairs
Wow what would happen if you literally separated from yourself every birthday and could collect each year’s version of yourself but like they would shrink once you had separated so they’re all miniature model-sized previous versions of you and you could ask them questions about your opinions and experiences of that year and have discussions and see things the way you once saw them again
wow frustration just have this huge need for a physical creative outlet like i need to paint or draw or smudge or do something but i want it to be unique and amazing and I want to be satisfied with it- I want to fill my life with art sighh