There’s a lot of transitions coming. I’m going to be relocating soon. I’m going to have to leave a job that I love and country that has become part of me and the little things are starting to spread further and further apart. I feel like I’m losing myself in the change and I’m just not ready for it.
(And yes, I’m being a cry baby vagina but that’s how these journal things work right? But the crackle texture is just so hardcore gawfick rad, I could fart bats.)