this art project is going to be the death of me

it’s due tomorrow.

it goes to competition on saturday.

i hate the way it looks.

things are about to get even more complicated

i hate being like this.

i hate not being able to look at certain things just for the fear of reacting this way to them. a full blown a t t a c k

my back is killing me.

this is why i don’t go out in public.