Faced with the daily prospects of failure and self-loathing, a numb chrysalis starts to develop around you, and if you are not careful you wake up one morning to find yourself not awake, but in a semi-comatose state, baked into a hardened shell, breathless and mind-numbing. You have to poke your finger through the hardened crispy shell, and after you’ve pushed it through you have to wiggle it about until eventually the hole is big enough to smash a whole fist through. Tracey Emin - My Life in a Column - Friday 5 October 2007 (via thesourceofallpower)
it’s 8pm and I just realized all I’ve had today is coffee. no wonder I feel like shit.
slept maybe six hours in the last two days. supposed to be off today, but got called in. tears will be shed.