i want to believe in you. but i despise you. what can i accomplish within that state? maybe in another life, when our lines, cohesive.

from*... sigh...

in th shower, with th music blaring... i can feel it. my own piece of time and space i clawed and carved for me

i know you want the best for me... can the best outcome be my solitude? my answer to this life... th lack of one

think i have typing quirks worming their way into my brain. go my mental ailments

i wanna post my art here maybe but i fear it would be recognized... net stalkers in ur own house amirite

if ur reading this i hope i never ever have to see ur countenance again