cimorene

my stomach seems to be permanently upset. i'm not happy about this. or rather, it goes away occasionally, and i eat. but it does a good enough job of appearing omnipresent.

parents highly distressing. i lie down and dream about paint scraping. my fingers are horribly torn up, but i think i'm done enough with the chair to sand the edges and prime it. only i'm not TOUCHING sandpaper until my fingers stop hurting, thank you.

i possibly have given up on my stomach.