My Emo Phase

There was a while there where I thought I was dying. Eventually they figured out they got it wrong but it turns out (for me, at least) once you think you’re dying you never really stop thinking it. Or that’s been my experience so far. The emo teenager that lives inside me is just eating it up and writing dreadful poetry, so I’m sure it must show up in my pots somewhere...

I’m not sure how I feel about all these tiny skulls. They might be my new favorite thing to make, but they also make me feel uncomfortable. Complicated.