Handbasket Emporium: The Unbearable Awkwardness of Being

Apparently, my stages of grief include listening to a lot of old My Chemical Romance, huddling in my hoodie even though it's 75 degrees outside, rearranging my room, crying at random intervals, accumulating art supplies, and writing a lot.

I've also re-read jjtaylor's story, Buy Handmade 5 times in the past week. I'm not kidding. I think that story is magical. It reminds me that creating something is more than just its own reward. When you create something, you are creating yourself with it.

I am creating myself again. Some days, it feels like from the ground up. Others, from spare parts. But always trying for better.