Currently upset bc I only have one card of my favourite pokemons. Like- just give me every card already.
01/19/25 | 6:24pm
Are you ever so tired that you feel your eyes will fall out?? Well, I certainly am.
01/18/25 | 10:47pm
I wish I could actually finish my tasks and drawings bro. I try to finish smt then I start to do smt else. This is so frustrating ( ; ω ; )
01/15/25 | 9:54pm
I'm so dizzy. Idk what's going on, but it won't stop me from doing whatever I want. I prefer feeling like this and not rotting in bed, even if I feel like I'll faint ＼(￣▽￣)／
Lit how my mind feels and how everything looks:
01/13/25 | 6:34pm
Now I would like to put down something else. I've wrote about this one person before, my supposed love who was only built with loneliness. They seem... Strangely foreign and distant. I'm not sure if I know them or if I want to. All they do is hurt and hurt, but isn't that love? Isn't that the only thing you have when you lose everything? Maybe pain is just my best friend, a friend made of razor blades, yet with eyes and words filled with obliviousness, because how could they hurt you? They're just trying their best. Maybe YOU are the one who has changed the softness and warmth of their hands for long, sharp, cold blades. Maybe YOU are the one who makes your body bleed when they're just caressing you. Maybe YOU are the problem. But who knows, the other person might see those blades on you too, but the scars aren't visible for the other.
One of them always has blades as hands, or as heart, or as mind. The thing is to wait and see how deep they can cut until it starts to sting. And when it does, you'll notice, you'll lose sleep, you'll eat less, maybe you'll write something... Whatever that is, that's when you know is time to change blades, or else, they'll get rusty and, next time, it'll hurt more.
01/09/25
My life has been sounding like white noise recently. I'm not sure if that's good or not, but it certainly is painful. My head is so full until I need to do something important. I'm so motivated until I fail. It has always been like that, but then again, my life is white noise, an increasing and loud white noise that will soon erase your logical thoughts and drive you insane. I'm going insane, some will say, but, as I said on my last entry, I like to think of my suffering as the most beautiful art. I'm the ultimate masterpiece, the one that will soon be shown to everyone else out there and will be accompanied by my last words, it'll be stunning, you'll see. Just you wait, I'll surprise you with what I can do.
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