The world is just dirt and snow, panic and smoke

I have decided to make today a day of endings! 

Every journal I have comes to an end and I just ended the black journal!

Everytime I end a journal I have an ending page where I sum up the events that took place during that time, and I include a date for the ending and give it a theme (discovery, recovery) 

The theme of the black journal was rediscovery: a transformation into the self aware.

My favorite part about the end of the black journal and the only thing you can really see: My new self portrait. I draw myself with a beard and mustache now because here is the truth: I have been growing facial hair since I was 4 and I am a girl and that hair is a much a part of me as my crooked handwriting. I will change and manipulate it but I like it. 

I really really like it, and that is a strange thing to admit. I think, if given the choice, I would actually keep my facial hair. This is strange to admit. 

This is gross, but I think the world loves gross things. I just found a pimple on the underside of my chin. Squashing it was like squashing a grape, squashing it felt like letting something go and it felt natural.

I feel like not alot of things feel natural to me, if I was an animal I would die (if you like reading about animal humanity thoughts read this) . 

Stay tuned for next time when I will:

1. unveil a new amazing lovely charity!

2. Provide us with more insight into human truth ( incase you weren't satisfied with this weeks)

3. Showcase a great new guest journaler ( who I actually don't have a submission for this week so if your intrested please email me some doodles from your math class) 

4. SHOW PICTURES OF MY NEW JOURNAL (which I will do if no one submits)