it's sad. really. can't even keep a goddam roommate because of my stupid 'sickness'. it's not even a sickness for chrissake. what would you even call it? a problem more like.

i walk around the school, looking for someone, or anybody at this point that i can paint for my upcoming art project due in a few days. everyone i’ve asked said no. i finally see a boy with curly brown hair step up and say:

“you can paint me if you’d like.”