Highly paranoid art lover; lost mind between lines of another book. Future filmmaker and a cat lady, whose life goes around endless cups of tea and written words of solitude.
I am ruining my life, daydreaming, not sleeping much, complaining to my therapist that my intelligence is currently fighting my emotions that take my mind and soul away; also crying.
Life, death, madness; sweet little kittens. My issues with overwhelmingly stupid people around me. Fantasies, locked away, too dangerous to be vocalised. My mad mind and the consequences of getting too high for my own good. As well as all those controlling shits we all love so much.