I keep having super frantic horrible dreams that everything is falling apart and that I’m fucking up everything and I can’t really differentiate them from reality and this just kinda blows.
here’s where I do my wurk and cry and where wolfy climbs.
My work place.
I’m obsessively weaving so I don’t have to deal with the emotional breakdown thats creeping up on the horizon.
matt thinking he’s as cool as my son.
I’ve been weaving all day.