i feel like i’ve lost the right words
or maybe
i’ve used my quota. used all
my best words for all my
worst days. & now i have all
the wrong words but my head
still isn’t
right.
i published this journal entry with this illustration:
only to realize I PUT MY HANDS ON BACKWARDS…which, normally, y’all–i like to live with my mistakes. but goddammit, my hands are on backwards and that was just way too much for me to sit back & hope no one noticed. because if someone noticed, then they would think i did not realize i had my hands on backwards.
god forbid.
so i hastily removed it from all social medias (tumblr, eatsleepdraw, facebook, & here.) all sweaty & aghast.
plus, when i put it up on facebook, i was all sad because no one was looking at it. then i realized i had made all of my posts “private.” so while i was hating the world for not seeing me–i actually wasn’t visible to them.
hahahahaha…no, i’m not a mess (yes, i’m a mess.)
but, you know, it’s not like facebook was lighting up even after i went back to “public” posts.
however, this post had gotten a lot of notice here & on tumblr & on eatsleepdraw. so maybe i should have just edited it instead of deleting it.
oops.
well, hope y’all also enjoy my ocd version!
If you hadn’t have told me, I probably wouldn’t have realized what was wrong, only that there was something a bit unsettling about it which kind of fits well with the sentiments of the poem. 🙂
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i can see that. wrong words. wrong hands. maybe my brain did it on purpose 😉
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