I hate when I'm told not to be bitter, not to be angry, like that's not what kept me alive for so long. The bitterness of having to push through to prove people wrong, to use my existence as a giant "fuck you", you want me to be soft? fuck you.
i’m still alive, I’m sorry for my lack of posting, the despair of social media rotted my brain and caused me to need some outside mental help.
Hopefully I’ll get back to posting normally.
is it chronic pain or am i (as my mother would say) being dramatic?
what do you mean the only medicine that works for me....is illegal in this country without a prescription and referral....when they hand our opiods after surgeries...
what’s it called when you’re so disconnected from reality that cold water doesn’t feel like anything and you can barely taste food anymore
i miss when AI didn’t exist and we wrote heartfelt letters to our lovers that died in war and spent the rest of our days haunting the shoreline, leading sailors to their doom as they mistook our crying for singing.
spoke deeply to me.
Google when I look for advice for my autism: "How to deal with Your CHILD WITH AUTISM."
Google when I look at advice for cane user stuff: "Canes for old people. What to do when you're 80 and your joints hit the shitter.
I am screaming and hitting the wall just give me advice I can actually use.
MY MOM JUST COMPARED DIGITAL ART TO AI SAYING,"you think Van Gogh would agree with digital art?" YEAH CUZ IM NOT COMMITING ART FRAUD AND PLAGURISM????