Post the 4th for Make Art March. This turned out distressingly self portrait-y which was not the intention at all :( Mostly the point was upon closer inspection all this little Pastle Goth's freckles were teenie weenie skulls! Not calling this one a success, but it's already 1am so I should be in bed.
Some of these math lectures, urgh.
That glacier of dread in my stomach, my very own physical expression of superanxietylikewoah.
I really need to get on top of it, otherwise I'm going to end up repeating what happened a couple of years ago. Gross.
It's that cycle of putting it off because it makes me feel this way and then next time I go back to it the glacier is a little heavier and a bit more exhausting and terrifying and very quickly I want to put off doing anything about it again.
Why does one option have to be so easy and tempting and the other one so full of dread.