Can I just cry myself to death?

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Surfer Rosa  |  1988


Tracey Emin - My Bed (1998)

The artist’s bed, presented in the state she claimed it had been while in the midst of a suicidial depression brought on by relationship difficulties. Empty booze bottles, cigarette butts, stained sheets, worn panties, “the bloody aftermath of a nervous breakdown”, My Bed was a scandalous installation in its day and though it wasn’t the winner of the Turner Prize, its notoriety has persisted. 

nothing. nothing compares to the truth behind these images.

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It has been 3 years and 4 months since I have felt like this.

Today I hate time because time is what tells us we need to leave when all we want to do is lay here forever. 

 I am observant but not talented in the field of expression which leaves my thoughts to outweigh my words. I find comfort in writing because ideas become clear when given a chance to form.