don’t laugh

recently i was having a conversation with dusty, & he asked that i stop joking around about something to do with him & my mom (my mom liked him better than she liked me.)
so i started crying.
funny that.

my fault

this was also written during a fight with dusty as we try & fail to move forward.
watch as i start to spiral downward….
alas…hopefully this was only a setback.

mothra’s day II

another peek inside the dark darkness that mother’s day provokes in me.
here’s hoping i have some reins on this come next year!

on a more positive note, i really like this illustration–especially my portrayal of depression.

surviving sylvia plath

i like to lightly compare myself to sylvia plath mostly in the sense that i have not yet put my head in the oven.
here is a post from the day before mother’s day when i felt the call of the oven….

mothra’s day

if you’ve been with me for a year or more, you might remember my feelings about mother’s day.
i thought i was ready this year…but not so much.
interestingly, most of my dark dark darkness happened on the day before mother’s day. then i declared that mother’s day was cancelled & it would be henceforth known as “mothra’s day.”
after that, i felt better.
here is one of three pages written during my mother’s day darkness.

greeting cards from hell

this one is from that day when everything went dark…so so dark…when dealing with relations between dusty & me.

i am talking about the future of our relationship, not the future in general…except for when i am talking about the future in general…which, most the time, i am not.

my would-be friend

missing my would-be friend…
an art journal page because i’m saddened by the death of a person i really would have liked to have taken the time to know better.
sadly, he committed suicide & all i am left with is regret…i wish i would have reached out to him & shared my own darkness with him so maybe he would not have felt so alone & so lost.

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