I'm taking babysteps.

taking.
making.
faking.

Maybe it's all the same thing. That's how it all feels right now. There's so much that I haven't done. Today, someone said about being a teenager; "There's an impending sense of doom." I think that's fairly accurate.

My eyes are leaking. I wouldn't really say I'm crying, there are tears running down my face and I don't know why, or how to stop them. It's so late.

Could I be a waitress?
A Lawyer?

I tried to make this look different today, but I can't find anywhere that will host the banner I made and so... It looks like crap. Ignore it.

I'm making another zine for CommTech. Except I haven't done any work on it at all. It's all in my head, which is a very dangerous place to be right now, lest I suddenly forget. I guarantee I will.

Tomorrow is Good Friday.

Where should I live next? (Seriously, tell me Where and Why.)