It turns everything dark and sad and battered, and my heart turns small and tight, like it needs to hold onto itself just a bit harder for safety.

I've been writing a new zine. But all the things that I'm feeling in the far reaches of my mind, the things that are really eating at me... are wordless. How can that be? How else am I supposed to convey it, if not with words?

It's been two weeks since I lost my job. I'm starting to unravel - I know that two weeks is not a long time. But it feels like it's been much longer, and I'm so worried about money...

I know these are all like, real downer entries. I'm sorry. I haven't been just walking around in a cloud the past two weeks - there have been good days and good experiences. It's just that when I slow down to think about what's really happening, I just wish that for one moment, I could be someone else.