Day 3. Everything is fucking bothering me. I feel bad for people who have to pretend all the time that they’re keeping their shit together, that they like who they’re working with or that they’re okay at home or that, like, you know, when you drop something on the ground that you didn’t want to drop, it isn’t the end of the fuckin’ world? Because in my life right now it is. It’s making me nuts. It’s like my entire body just wants to blast off or blast apart – kind of explode into particles and regroup! Regroup around a piece of nicotine-something. It wants to regroup. Every cell in my body wants to regroup around nicotine – I’m denying it that. I can feel the hunger in every cell of my fuckin’ body right now. Every cell’s just sort of like “Dude dude dude, what’s up what’s up? Where we at with this? Where we at with–” Every cell of every organ of every vein of every blood thing of every bone cell…every fucking cell with every strand of DNA in my body is like “Where we at with this?! Where we at with this?? What are we doin’? What’s goin’ on? Come on, I want out, I want out, I’m feelin’ a little antsy!” All my cells are antsy. They’re all antsy! …ohhh, shit. GODDAMNIT! Hoooooly shit! Ugh, this craving is ridiculous! [sighs]
Animations by Kyle Strope.