posting this one from my phone.

i tried doing more art stuff, but it wouldn’t post. i ended up giving up on that front. it was nice, for a while. but then my dreams started getting more vivid.

after my relapse. it got worse. not my mental health, or something, i’ve been in a bit of a plateau. i mean the thing. the growth, or whatever. it’s gotten worse.

not bigger. it’s stayed roughly the same size, from what i’ve seen, about the size of my fist, but i don’t know. maybe it’s growing so slow i don’t notice. it’s still talking. i know i sound fucking psychotic saying that, but it’s talking. and i got this fucking head cold around the time it started, some weird film in my throat i keep coughing up. 

it’s really gross. i want to try a hospital, but with fresh cuts and all of this? ive never heard of something like this before. i’m worried it’ll get me put in a bin or something. i don’t like being medicated, it’s terrible. i’m just worried. i feel like i have no options but to rot with it.