Falafel moment (so high on life)
Little things in Stockholm
I’ve made a rough draft of a new comic zine, to be printed next week. Rough drafting is unheard of in my routine, so I feel like I’m taking a tiny step towards growth.
Staining some walls (128 A, Göteborg)
Some things are happening
"So I hid in the safety of my journal to keep myself from staring at you"
It’s draining to have to verbalize my mental climate so often, particularly when it can be so manic and unpredictable. I don’t know how else to rationalize: I just need to cry on this fabric island until I’m out of tears.
I know I’m not the only one who’s explored this awkward issue