Dream Residue

There is so much art I want to create that it hurts my soul.

I had a sex dream about an older guy last night and I have no idea who it was. Only just now have I realised who he was representing. Haha fuck

When we are in so much pain, who tells us that it’s okay to call in sick? Who will believe us? Who will deem it acceptable? It’s raining and I would drive off a bridge tonight or dive off the tallest building. I do not want this. I do not want to keep doing this. I know it am loved and perhaps that’s why. Everything hurts. /Everything/ hurts.