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I..

I can't find any reason to live..

I'm just gonna cut myself off from food, possibly humanity

I want the pain to end, I can't take any of it

The voice in my head is growing louder, drowning out the good things

I've been sleeping more, being more aggressive, and even sometimes just don't care...

Nothing matters to me, my art is terrible, my dreams won't come true... Nothing makes me happy anymore

I wear a mask, not a real one, but i pretend I'm fine, that everything's ok

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I don't know what to do...

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