There’s nothing Wonderous about what I’m going though after all. Life. I know I’m not alone in this but it just feels like I’m falling down a rabbit hole sometimes, Not being able to schdual things right (the calander) or keep up with basics like brushing my teeth or showering or reading (toothbrush, toothpaste, shower, book and pages) old habits and routines that have broken since my move. Then my Sugar addiction came back in full swing (the cubes, and snow looking cricles) losing five years of being off of refind sugar just due to being broke, on the subject of that blancing money and having enough to get us by by weekly is aganoizing (the coins) All of this real world issue that everyone goes though and then throw on a Edgy teenager in france who glorafies her medication, mental illeness, panic attacks, suicide, (the laughing sillhoute used pink dimond for that) and me being too wrapped up in it to really leave till it was to late and I got hurt for trying to do something good. All of this in a swirl of retro colors and groovy dude ways.
I miss the simple things in life sometimes