Angela Quinton @aquinton@computerfairi.es

in the middle of coat two

this email arrived 6 minutes after i finished the first coat

I've been waiting all day for a delivery that is now an hour late. I'm going to cause it to arrive in the next 60 seconds by applying a coat of polish to my fingernails

I want to change. I want it to hurt. I want it to feel real. I want to have to tell myself “you asked for this” as I try to keep myself from screaming. Bone warps and skin stretches almost faster than it can grow. A trillion needle-pricks of hair sprouting. The fire in my fingertips and toes as claws grow in. I want to break this human form that’s wrapped around me like an eggshell.

i changed last night 🌕🐺💜

She’s up and im a mess

My coach told me she thinks I could handle running the 100km course at Black Canyon next year. I want to do it but I don’t know by what metrics I would decide whether or not it’s safe for me to go back to America. January 2024 isn’t that far away. I don’t have much hope that things will stop getting worse by then, much less get better.

Full moon in two days. It starts the day before for me and I can already feel it.

A brief chat with a friend where we vent about stuff and then mutually acknowledge the relief that comes from being able to vent? That’s brain magic, baby