22. Crazy cat lady. Back to residing in Connecticut, trying to move to Toronto. Licensed cosmetologist, aspiring makeup artist. I collect vintage photographs of people who I don't know and drink way too much tea. I love the 50's and pastel colors.
“We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting” ― Charles Bukowski
Feeling worse today than I was when I was in the hospital.
I’m nervous because eating is making me nauseous, and if it starts to make me sick then I have to go back.
Just figure out whats wrong with me.
I feel a sadness I expected and which only comes from myself. I say I’ve always been sad. That I can see the same sadness in photos of myself when I was small. That today, recognizing it as the sadness I’ve always had, I could almost call it by my own name, it’s so like me.