I’m squinting at her. Trying to work out if I’m brave enough to risk an ear. Risky business, this whole drawing-with-biro malark.
I wish I had a white pencil on me. She is nothing without highlights. I can only do so much. I am happy with the depth. Accuracy is something I always struggle with. I’m better at catching emotions rather than precision but I guess that this is something I will improve on over time.
Fuck my life I am tired. Several nights of staring at the ceiling, pretending to sleep. When will my stupid body learn that I need sleep more than I need oxygen?
The thought of insomnia is a nightmare to me. Well, would be if I could get some flipping shut eye.
I feel as though I have been swallowed whole and then spat back out again.
In happier news, it’s only 23 days until I go to Berlin!