occasionally i'll mention that i have a ridiculously poor memory. that i've pretty much always had memory problems and perhaps that's why even as a kid i took to writing in diaries...
being kicked out of Starbucks. proof that i have no life zzz….
doodled a thing about wanting to be (more) active in the LGBTQIA community, but depression getting in the way zzz…
one last addition to the “self-esteem boost”: sketch i did from memory without referencing the actual photo, so some details aren’t accurate. this is why i need another tumblr blog, i feel bad posting this kinda stuff here but i still wanna post it somewhere. ;(
