poetry mid-term is here. just had to revise and then bring a new one. the new one is sort of odd. sort of commentary on the sexualization of young girls without getting all technical and stuffy about it. we’ll see how that one goes through. revisions were all right. perhaps i should start posting some of that stuff here. writing site is still not up. i’ve still got a ton of work to add to that. probably won’t post the newest things there until the year is over so there’s no problem if my poems are googled (since my name is not really gabrielle but everything else is basically spot on).
i’ve been feeling better. i haven’t the faintest clue why. it’s sort of like the choking feeling that i had all the fucking time is mostly gone. not all the way. sort of sad i had to cut myself up to start feeling better. been months since i did that. my mom almost caught me. i was putting on a new shirt (black) so that it wouldn’t show if it bled through and the only thing that saved me was that i was facing away from the door. except that i heard her so that’s why.
i’ve been thinking of my father a lot. just how things used to be and it was so fucking normal to see him do all those crazy things. hurt himself in from of us. yeah. tore down the chandelier. yeah. punched holes in the walls. yeah. i guess anybody can get used to anything.
