And I will show up to your show,
Because that is what you expect from me.
And I will speak to you if you initiate,
But you often do not.
I will distance myself,
And you will be none the wiser,
Because I am just that very good at my job.
An OC of mine I happen to love. PLEASE REBLOG...
Mcyt + The Onion articles pt.1
calm down gordon you literally weren’t using it
Something is wrong with me and don’t know what
Every morning I wake up and wish I didn’t
I put on clothes and resist the itch under my skin
pick and peel and theres always more layers
Who’s vessel am I in?
I eat food and only feel the textures
All I taste is dust
There are three hair ties where there should be two
I try not to greet my reflection,
It doesn’t matter, I’ll forget what he looks like when I leave the room
I hate my hair and the way I dress
I think there’s something wrong with me
I look up my interests in class because the people there scare me
I can’t look them in the eyes
If I must talk I become a facsimile of whoever they need me to be
I can tell my smile doesn’t reach my eyes.
I can’t check because I hate that thing in the mirror
I watch existentialist tv and relate to the people in the shows
They ask the tired questions
“Who am I,”
“Why am I here?”
“Am I a good person”
I know none of those answers
I stay in bed all day
It’s the only place I feel safe, sequestered from the world
Sometimes I like to imagine I’m sick just so my family will take care of me
I don’t think they like me very much
I dread going to bed
I love getting under the covers
I love nobody coming to bother me
If I died here nobody would know until the next morning
And even then not until after 3
I love to sleep
I get to die in any way that matters for a bit
When you’re asleep you can pretend nobody knows you
And you know nobody
I hate waking up
I hate remembering I am known
I have therapy on Saturday
She’ll ask me how I’m doing
I’ll forget all of this by then
She tells me I have successes
But measured against others I’ve done practically nothing
What am k doing with my life
Is this even worth living
Am I even worth living
I write
I erase
I don’t make anything worthwhile
Why even try
it stays in my notes to rot anyways
I want tk go missing
I think there’s something wrong with me
I think vanishing is a way of showing love
Leaving and letting people think you got raptured
It’s beautiful in a way
He’s having none of it
Do I love this picture? Yes. Do I love the artist? Also yes. Did this bless my dashboard? Yes.
feel good dood✨
How dare good anime exist
Hiii ^_^ heres a bunch of things ive drawn since starting aa4.... (i will NOT be finishing the unfinished ones) (plz ignore how jarringly unfinished the first one is........)
its ok.
fuck it, klapollo doodle dump, with the last two being the most recent (which are still old)