· forth
Haruki Murakami (via troubled
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too much medication in my system, making me nauseous, making me tired, making me weak. i’ve barely moved in the past 3 days. i have another 3 days off work.
i just want to heal. i want to be able to drink my hot coffee. smoke my cigarettes. brush my teeth properly. i haven’t showered since wednesday morning.
i feel disgusting.
suckitupbuttercup.
things i need to do:
- pay off the last $300 of my debt
- buy new glasses frames
- buy more black clothes for work
- take a leap of faith and start doing colours at work
- re-stretch my lobes up to 3/4”
- make a tattoo appointment
- let my hair grow
- finish reading siddhartha
- get through the rest of winter without having a mental breakdown
oh i find inspiration in nearly everything. anything that evokes feelings or emotions in me. the first cigarette and cup of coffee of the day. a beautiful piano arrangement. letters from long ago. conversations with strangers. extreme weather. calming, heartbreakingly beautiful music. a hot cup of tea. literature. people watching. memories. dreams. photographs. seeing a new city, a new country. stepping out of my comfort zone. keeping an open mind. letting myself really feel.
