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I'm afraid I am not meant to be an artist, as often I hate it.
When my ex went on a break with me last year, I couldn't handle it, so much so I orchestrated bumping into him, by waiting outside a cafe on his route to work until he cycled past, at which point i jumped on my bike, and cycled past him so that he saw me. I still miss him, and want him to want me.
This morning I blew my nose on my flatmates sock from the drying rack, because I didn't have a tissue.
I had scabies recently.
I like going to the hospital because I like the attention and I feel looked after.
Am I nuts?
A lot of my sexual attraction and anger towards men—
which, in my case, are synonymous with one another— is deeply rooted in the fact that I don’t feel completely like a “man”. It’s like I’m desperately trying to harness an energy or characteristic that doesn’t even align with how I truly feel inside. It’s weird, it’s twisted.
I'm sorry your bike was stolen. An artwork fell off the wall and cracked, my bronze was mis-cast, and my friend is seeing the guy I liked. That sounds like I'm trying to misery-one-up you - I'm not. Out of all those things, it would probably be the saddest for me if my bike was stolen. Because I am at my most happy when I am on my bike, listening to music. Its also where I am most of the time, on that saddle, all over london. Right now though, I'm in bed. Was watching Made in Chelsea but then went on Instagram and discovered your website and now I'm writing this while listening to my flatmate have sex with his boyfriend next door. That last bit isn't voluntary. So I want to go back to Made in Chelsea, find out if Armon is going to go back for Tabitha. Can't believe he's 26. I feel like I am watching adults on TV but most of them are younger than me. Hoped it to be some kind of consolidation to my dating and/or rejection issues, as well as drowning out the sound of a squeeking bed. Thought I was guna be out tonight w/ A.S. but we got uninvited to an opening (lol) and lost momentum. Thought about Galerina party, she even bought a ticket, but we didn't think many people were going and we were unsure we could get into a party mood now. So first night in this week. Good to get the rest. Needed. Drink too much. Spend too much money. Don't have job. Love my friends. Got to keep going. Want to do more. Got to keep up. Writing feels good, like self care. I forgot.
I don't know how I can see if you open this, or respond to me. Can you respond somewhere where I will see it? I can check your site.
Speak soon