Today was the end of an assignment I had for the past week that involved a ball stretcher and pics twice a day. The end of this assignment is filled with sadness. Both because I like having active things to work on or contracted to do...but also because the end of it passed and was like a non-event.
I'm not going to go into it on here, but I'm clearly obsessing right now. Maybe I'm boycrazy or it's my abandonment/neglect/daddy issues...I need to get a lock on this before I fuck up what good I have going for me.
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