I feel a little sick, well. It's complicated.
I have many notes and feelings spread out
And I believe in love, maybe a little too much.
Anyway we're getting it together...
I am here. I will post more somehow.
It comes out sometimes and I can't help it like the popup
the other day/last weekend/night
that was, innappropriate
in more than one way
s[which, type of brackets/how]-->
(I am working)
I feel ashamed a lot and like a hypocrite and i berate myself
and layer things and make excuses, like/s abstract paintings
and this needs editing again alraedy
maybe this should be titled zine or something like
misc. I'm not sure about a lot of things, including my abilities
to do anything/or not, like sounds
Not sure where I starthis/hers
this isn't quite right/i'm sorry