i just partially finished an art piece for critique tomorrow.
it's terrible.
i lit it on fire- so now the edges are burnt off and ugly.
i just heard someone say "it smells like smoke down here."

weekend:
tim.
he watched me throw up.
(well. because he was making sure i was o.k.
i thought it was romantic.)
i feel out of control lately.
he's one thing that makes me feel better
even though i'm out of control at him sometimes.

i'm confused about why i do things that i do.
but i also don't want to sit down and figure it out.

get it together girl.