Yesterday I had a deathwish. I wrote a draft but didn’t publish it. I made a skull doodle in my notebook. Today I feel better. I saw some people in real life, which doesn’t happen often. I only put one image on DeviantArt because that’s another social network. I added the link to this blog on my own webpage. It’s mine and I decide who get’s to see it. Google decides too obviously. I finally removed the LinkedIn app from my phone because it’s completely useless. The only thing left is my Twitter addiction. One step at a time.
It’s fucking hard being an addict. An alcoholic stays away from the bar. That’s what I’m trying to do. I’ve already become a teetotaller, social media is next. I’m just a black sheep on Instagram now and that’s perfect. It shows the absurdity of the whole thing.
Yesterday I stopped the car to take a picture of a quarry for someone on DeviantArt. If you read this, hello. I also chased a big spider and managed to get a picture of it fleeing.
I’m a ghost in a broken shell, I wrote on Twitter. Not that broken, just cracked. Kintsugi 金継ぎ
I am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around meDavid Levithan