Sunday, March 09, 2014 9:51 PM
Looking at all those quotes on loving oneself, all I can think of is how. Everything is just easier said than done. But after everything has been said, all that's left is that gnawing feeling.
It's funny how that same feeling can be so different each time. Gnawing emptiness. Sickening bloatedness. But really all variations on a theme.
So I draw. Like kisses on decayed flesh. I draw. And everything will be alright.
