I guess I need to make a new set.
I feel a little awkward putting these nose bleeds up. Almost like it'll be read as a play for sympathy. It's not, I promise. Every time it happens (several times a day), I'm sort of struck by the beauty of the red. There's also a part of it where I'm just intrigued by all the changes this f*ing disease has put me through. Having a string of portraits helps me.