crazy

Whenever people ask me if I'm okay, and I'm feeling fine, it sets my mind off into a panicky loop. Like, "omg, why are they asking me this? Am I acting different from normal? Is something actually wrong? Omg what's wrong with me? I'm going crazy... I don't want to be crazy.... Fuck now something is wrong... is this ever going to end? Is this going to be what the rest of my life is like? How can I make myself feel better?" It's really awful... I'm not normal, am I?

last day of spring break

I have to return to Philly tonight. I'm not excited. But I will graduate soon and then I'll probably spend the rest of my life missing it.

Anyway I ate a pear yesterday and took a picture of the core, because it was really dramatic and cool looking. Compared to an apple core, which is boring and cliche.

Hello

Today, I started a blog. Actually I started this freshman year for an assignment but never wrote in it. So I am reviving it.

Anyway I'm Suzanna, I plan to post a lot of pictures and/or stories about the weird things I see and find and experience.

Today it is raining, I love rain. I love anything bleak and dreary, but I also love vibrant colors and weird things. The weirder the better.


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