1. i’m now seeing a counsellor at uni because i couldn’t cope with it all on my own, and the doctors did fuck all. i feel a bit like a failure and when i leave the room, i feel like everyone can tell where i’ve been and what i’ve been doing. she seems nice, though. i haven’t told my mum about it which makes me feel like i’m hiding something. 2. i’m drawing...
have to do a piece of writing regarding concept/context/process in my work well lets say i have come up with some excuses to tell my tutors: i just can’t do this my brain isn’t working i spent a full three hours crying and now it hurts to open my eyes i’m generally just a failure i don’t think any of them will go down too well, somehow