Today is rather bleak. It started out great, but all the air has been let out of my balloon and it’s all I can do at the moment to keep from tearing all my work apart. Everything I made looks ugly to me all of a sudden, and I wish I’d never stopped drinking. I feel like shit, but that’s probably appropriate. It’s not like I do much to praise anyway.


About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

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