Oldest one I was able to recover.For the first time I realized that I had to leave my home.
Not sure about the date here.
First one I shared with people.
Made it while listening to Harvey by Her's
I was drunk again.
Girlhood is something precious and I don't know what to do with it.
I don't really remember.
Drawing is becoming harder and harder.
+ Poetry. I think I may be doomed.
I think I'm going to do more of those short texts with visuals.
Forgot to upload this one, was too tired. Lmao.
I swear I do but I can't stop this sudden wave of hate everytime. I'm so sorry.
Every good thing I have and will experience is already gone, it's all wasted, it's all gone. I need to be gone.
I think I need help. I don't know how to get help. I don't know what to do. This is probably very pathetic but I don't know what to do, please help. I need help. This is the only place I can share this please help me I don't know what to do.
It's been a while since I posted here, but I've been drawing and writing. Don't worry about the previous piece. The arm here grows painfully out of the flesh.
I was listening to SOLEIL, by A6EL. Made me think about wasted personality and withering soul.
There is nothing wrong with my face in itself, I think I rather look good. But there is something within that stains the beauty of it.
Semi poetic writing about doom. I always had the conviction that I would die young. It's just that there is no other choice.