Jonathan Gleason Was My Friend Who Committed Suicide Just Over A Month Ago… And I Just Found Out That

Inspiration comes from basically anywhere, but sometimes I want something to occupy my mind as I live. So I make stories from small fragments of inspiration. Usually agitation, if I'm being honest. Sometimes they come from small bits of hope. Those are always my favorite.

Today I believe it was hope. Maybe optimistically, I want to believe it was hope.

I just adjusted and heard my bones crack, theyre not supposed to do that unless I tell them too.

best spot in class? back corner, farthest from the teachers desk. why? surrounded by less people, and you can get away with more.

Doing some homework

rocks

I was going to make a different post but I have forgotten it due to

I didn't know it did that :> that's so great :)

Why is everyone more cool than me. this is so mean guys stop being cool. stop it's mean.

me to everyone i meet: chill, it'll be fine! take care <3

me to myself: you walking disaster.

So a while ago I gave this kid that always sits on their own small hand-drawn picture of the plush ghost with "have a good day :)" written on it

I'm feeling kinda terrible, like I'm going to pass out constantly. So I'll be terminating my day soon, but I finished the pattern for an embroidery project I'm working on. I don't like this shirt very much, so if I fuck it all up, no hard feelings. It's inspired by Dutch pottery (you know the ones) and Im really excited to work on this because it helps me connect to my culture. Something I know most, if not all, white Canadians and Americans can relate to. Good morning, good afternoon, good evening and good night <3