(Источник: gizalagarce из блога obliteratedheart)
24681Thoughts Not Words is another project for an Artist Books class at MICA. It is a coptic stitch book with envelopes as pages. Each page is addressed to someone in the authors life, but not by name. Inside there are small notes of thoughts that the author meant say to someone at some point, but either didn’t have the courage or didn’t feel it was the right time.
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i am so over it
I heard a lot of words bout loneliness, most of them were spoken by myself, but now i realize that i had no idea about what loneliness is. it seems to me like i know now. it’s a moment when you look at photos and you see your friends(at least i has been thinking so for about 10 years), ad they are very happy, they just don’t notice you’re not there. it’s a moment when you have shivers because of disappointment and fear cause you have no idea about what happens next. it’s a moment when you have that feeling like there is a hole in your chest but you can’t say that it’s their fault,they just don’t have to be next to you.
i worried so much because i never had a boyfriend. i was such a fool. not to have a boyfriend is nothing in comparison with not to have friends. yeah, that’s great. i can feel that sign on my forehead “NONENTITY”.
Enough. i don’t wanna assure myself that it’s gonna be OK. Bullshit. No one knows what happens next. i don’t wanna do my best to safe those relationships cause i’m done.
is it so damn bad or i’m just fulling myself?
i don’t think that someone is going to read this someday but sorry for my English anyway
