Week 38

I'm trying to find a Sayclub Doll that's demented, covered in construction dust, enraged, and running on no sleep. They didn't draw one apparently... I picked the one that most resembles my emotions via the face. 

I've been in some kind of foggy field all week. Vague shapes in the distance. Actually, it's almost been peaceful in my head. There was rain, and finally, cold. This autumn time puts me in the past, a really strange state of being ten years younger. Watching a cold rain. I love it but I really can't put my finger on it. I just want it to keep going because its been my only crutch this whole-ass week.

 ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ A moment of calm in this shit-fest week. ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚

Horrible shit in the news as always. The Haitians and cats or dog or whatever. My god, why do racists never run out of steam? When I watch a movie I get tired and these fucks just keeping making the wildest shit up about people that already have it so fucking not easy. When will the world end...

I can't even keep track of the days anymore, it's such a clusterfuck. Got basically scammed. We did a 1000 euro job for some friends and they ended up paying us 300 euro... Like, me, Mo, and mum put in 36 hours into fixing two huge ass walls. I worked really fucking hard to make that plaster as straight as possible. It took fucking hours... and multiple days... Anybody else would charge above 1000 euro. I'm so mad but we didn't do anything about it... I mean, we know these people so long and they have helped us out a lot before. But this wasn't a favour. Fuck...

 ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ Airtight, sealed, high-tech. Just like on the Roci. ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚

I ordered some skirts on a sale because I thought we'd make quite a bit from this. Well, shit out of luck. Who cares, it's done. This is also mid us taking Grandma to random doctors, masseuses, and shit to at least help her somehow before she sees her doc back home. It's just been a really bad time this week. Plans are fucked. I have basically no time to draw or write. My personal space is basically non-existent. I'm so drained, dude. Happy when I'm with the cats.

 ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ Grandma got wheels. ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚

 

 ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ Stupid moe-blob on another moe-blob. ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚

 ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚ On occasion, choosing peace and harmony. ˚ʚ ☘︎ ɞ ˚

I just really need stuff to get a little...just a crumb better next week or month. I can't keep doing this. I'm also so sick of not having a bank account, or income, or like... my fucking ID! But I also need to be grateful for what I have and been given. 

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