that’s me in the lacy ankle socks, unable to contain my excitement at my fourth birthday party.
hating myself doesn’t do anything productive for me and i hate that i do it
i’m depressed because i can’t find steady work so i don’t eat or leave the house so i can’t find steady work so i’m depressed.
there’s an easy way to solve this but it’s not that easy.
someone from surrey who found me via my partner’s blog went through 26 pages of my /self tag yesterday and someone from vancouver went through 37 pages of my blog.
uhh making me feel weird.
i did this on a friend of mine.. my stick in poke blog is makeyrmomsad.tumblr.com
when my partner isn’t around, the other side of my bed gets filled up with clothes and books and occasionally my ukulele.
the first picture in that last photoset was weird and tiny, but i fixed it. and added descriptions of what each picture is.
When Panda finished her polar bear presentation she said to her class “Now, if you want to, you can line up and hug me.” And they did.


