(In hindsight, this is a stream-of-consciousness train wreck, and I'm sorry.)
Wow, I didn't set out to make all of these photos so damn dramatic, but it happened, and I think they perfectly sum up May. A lot of dramatic emotions for so many reasons, and a severe need for Summer to fly by as quickly as possible. There's been a lot of stress this month, and there's a lot of stress coming my way next month, and I'm just at the point where I'm trying to pretend it's not happening. I'll take my photos and paint and sit in my little cave, rocking back and forth, pretending the next few months aren't happening. I have a headache from thinking about it while writing this, and I know this is vague, because these problems are dumb personal problems that I don't want anyone to take the wrong way (and I just don't like Summer), but please know that I'm writing this out in my mind with so much sarcasm that it isn't even that negative. You know the whole seasonal depression thing that happens to so many people during Winter? That's me in Summer, and it just gets worse the older I get. It's miserable, but I'm trying to cover up my discomfort with sarcastic humor that just isn't translating.
Anyway. May was alright otherwise. It honestly just flew by, and I'm not even bothered. The beginning of June might actually kill me, but there's a chance something (someone) pretty exciting could come by the end of it, so I guess that makes the month worth it. Just someone get me through the next couple of weeks, please. Buy me drinks or something, give me work, anything. Let the rest of the Summer fly by this quickly. I'll be more positive in the next post.