avert your eyes if you wish
so far i’ve made four useless too-tiny journals, a sad wallet, a bag made from a book, another bag for the person who requested it which is surprisingly kick-ass, a revamped purse, and 20 magnets. i need decoupaging action soon, and maybe stuff from swap meet. my college essays hate me.
i’m jonesing for pie
i have lady madonna stuck in my head
i’m blank as usual
is it daft to not think about anything? i just go through the motions of living. i’m way too stoic. my lack of feeling is unfit for diarywriting. but it makes me content in an untouchable kind of way