performance art and a bagel
my grin is a rictus
like a skull,
masking uncertainty
and hiding fear.
burning bridges. still not sure where i'm going, but still getting away from where i am.
i know that i need to do certain things, but it's still upsetting sometimes to do them. i try to just hint around and make changes in very small increments, but others realize what i'm hinting at and they go ahead and make a clean cut while i'm still lost in thought.
been working a lot. maybe too much. i always end up covering for other people who just don't show up. i have quit several jobs by just not showing up. so i guess i know what they went through.
this is so not a diary sometimes.