If You Want to Destroy My Sweater

Then I'll kill you.

I speak for Chloe and myself when I say

"SORRY WE HAVEN'T POSTED IN SO LONG!"

This is why:

1. We were involved in an AMAZING production of Titus Andronicus (if you didn't have the pleasure of seeing it, I'm sorry. Twas a beautiful thing. Just imagine the creepiest, most haunting yet exhilarating thing you've ever seen, times 12).

This is what I looked like when I came home from the second performance
This is what you look like after a black guy tricks you into falling into a hole with a dead body and then you get your head cut off because you were wrongfully accused of murdering the emperor's brother.

2. After that, it was just a whirlwind of... high school. If you haven't gone through that yet, I reccomend that you don't. The highest highs bring about the lowest lows, and vice versa. It gets difficult to deal with, and sometimes it makes me feel very grey and cloudy, and just makes me want to swath myself in colorless warmth. I find comfort in my favorite sweater. It's dark grey, cozy, and fits just right. It's a men's sweater, and I purchased it at Goodwill for an English project, then fell madly in love with it.

This outfit brought me pride. That's my photogenic scarf (seriously, I've never taken a bad picture while wearing it) and there's my sweater! Here's a better look at it:

Do you see how jubilant I look? It's all because of the sweater. It's the cosy, knitted equivalent of a hug.

This sweater keeps me stable when I'm feeling like a hurricane inside. The sweater, and these people:My family! Not biologically, but emotionally (for lack of a better word). These, plus a few more, who I wholeheartedly love. I don't know where I'd be without them. They're the people equivallent of my favorite sweater.