I've been living in some of vacuum lately, keep feeling myself slipping further away from myself, from this world, from every living thing around me. I'm falling and I don't know what to hold onto anymore.
Help me, I'm afraid.
I don't feel better after crying and the dark feels kinda light lately. Like it's nothing anymore.
There's voices in my head and I don't know how to explain to them that I do want to keep living. My feet wander and I don't think I like where they want me to go.
I'm afraid.
The flowers will grow regardless...
Oh sunk-cost fallacy, we're really in it now. We are in fact so really in it that if we quit now then everything we did would have all been for nothing and so we have to keep going in
Out of Mind
the same worms that eat me will one day eat you too
people ask me how i am and i say "oh i'm fine" knowing damn well if i opened up i'd be involuntarily summited to the local psych ward
prayer to wretched stone oil painting, 2023
| Tainted Soil |
Yearly piece for the series "Poppies of the Great War"
This time inspired by the effect of war on the working class and the soil itself.
Vent blog, I do not encourage anyone to hurt themselves in any way shape or form, if you're not ok, there's hope. Reach out to someone, don't be like me making a secret vent blog instead
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