[moping]

Even I stare

Cover ‘em up, sweetie!

Tree and me

Andrea: “Tree, how are you?”

Tree: “Miserable. My leaves are leaving me and I’m lonely.”

Andrea: “Yeah, me too.”

(Sorry that this picture is so shitty; my hands were shaking and it was hard to draw at that bar.)

I can’t sleep

I just keep crying over things.

Week in Review

I had a shitty week. Let’s recap:

Monday:

Panic Attack

Tuesday:

Intervention

Wednesday:

Doctor

Thursday:

Yelled at by parents

[Quote: You need to take care of yourself.]

Friday:

Next week will be better.

When we were kids we played house

not HEARTBREAK.

I woke up at 4am to find Annie had a mouse.

I went back to bed.*

*The next morning, it was gone.

Afterward, I went through all three stages

sorrow…(“Why…”)

rage…(“Fuck him; I rock.”)

and now…drunk with bad TV.

Disclaimer: This isn’t exactly what went down. In real life the last one should read “drank two glasses of Riesling and dozed off watching Gossip Girl and then doodled,” but let’s keep this our little secret, shall we?

Everyone’s a quitter

“I’m quitting alcohol.”

“MORE FOR ME, SUCKER!”

Three people in the past week have told me they’re givin’ up the drink. I have questions:

How will you meet people? How will you fall asleep? What will you do at night? and, This is New York; how will you deal with all the bullshit?

I’m with stupid

I am an idiot. We all know this. Please forgive me.