I’ve not been posting because I’ve genuinely not done anything besides be drunk, depressed and incredibly tired recently. I tried starting a new stitch and I’ve been sporadically reading Telegram (Maranda Elizabeth) which an online friend bought me as a surprise and which I adore (some Plath, Sexton, Lawrence and Woolf to fit the theme too) but really I’ve just been slumped, as the picture suggests, in front of my computer. I’m about 180 films through the 250 IMDB list I started though and I’ve watched 155 movies total this year, which is pretty dire compared to the 33 books I’ve waded through.
My Psychiatrist and Psychologist both confirmed the Emotionally Unstable Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD but I like the drama of the way they phrase it) and I’ve been awarded DLA as I complete two years of DBT.
I’ll be 30 in two years.
Still utterly suicidal, very lonely and attempting to paint the Forth Bridge.. again.
Today’s outfit is based on the fact that if I’m going to be sitting in an indoor tent all day I might as well be dressed like a toddler.
Rubbish opening sketchy bits for my friend’s tattoo, it’s going to be like the line Woolf’s except a Wolf and it’s going to look scarier than that, that’s just the first attempt from a real wolf photograph.
Tent at night. I’m scanning some things for Antonio because as well as the split zine I’m 3/4 of the way through I’m making him a little zine of all the leaflets and articles and stuff he’s sent me or I’ve picked up on our little trips as a friendly souvenir.
Built a tent after I updated last. Tumblr seems reluctant to post it. I’m going to eat enchiladas in it, read zines, watch music DVDs and draw my friend’s tattoo.