atwarwithwallsandmazes

I like this because I have a rip in my shirt (blood on the back) and the old radiator looks like some terrifying contraption come to eat me up.

I’m so exhausted, guys.  I’ve had to write four papers (mostly short) in the past twoish days and it’s scrambling my thoughts.  

It doesn’t help when three of these papers are explanation as to why I would be the best for a job — I’m continually frustrated by my incessant self-deprecation that, in the editing process, gets shaded into super confidence.

Oh God, maybe this photo is some larger symbol, as my homemade minor declaration course load looms behind like some pretty scribbled picture.  

Adulthood, please take me or leave me just don’t bathe me warmly in the in-between.