my parents are sending my back to therapy. and I have an appointment with the new psychiatrist tomorrow and I’m really nervous, especially since what happened with the last one.
'Bruno. What happened to your good sense. I broke down, that man's good.'
'a word and everything is saved. a word and all is lost.'
- André Breton
thinking about the cliché phrase, ‘the eyes are the window to the soul’, maybe the reason my eyes are so big is because my soul is a secret I keep locked up inside, so my eyes have to be large to speak my unspoken words.