please




























my mother came in today (just now) and said to me, 'Christie, I'm utterly disappointed in you.'

All I could do was scream, what the fuck took you so long?









she told me, "I'm sorry, but that isn't the real world you know."

And then I had the most utterly amusing thought, I'm sorry, but I don't live in the real world, you know.








after that I lay in my closet alone with the fallen fabric and cried for a while.















i don't know what to do anymore
art can only vent out sorrow, not self-loathing












i need help



















i need someone, anyone.

I am so high. I can hear heaven.
No but heaven, oh, heaven don't hear me.