I’ve been spending a lot of time and effort to be the person I want to be. It’s exhausting, but rewarding.
I still have a hard time not thinking about people I used to love. It’s been so long since I really knew them, but for whatever reason I can’t let go.
+ 1 to “commissions that are the reason i wake up in the morning”.
just ahhh amazing character from the amazing story, written by an amazing person. thank you for giving me another chance to draw her!!
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There have been so many people before me. I wonder how they coped with it all. I need to talk to someone who would understand, but I’ve no one like that. Instead I talk to the brick wall. I have so much I should do. I have so much I want to do. Rotting is easier. I just hope he gets clean, but my reasoning is selfish. I want him to be sober for me, so I can have him back in my life. I miss things I cant even remember. Why say anything knowing there’s only one person who might read it who doesn’t even care. It’s like confessing to a priest. Just someone to listen, but they won’t respond. It’s just ever so slightly better than a journal.
This should be goodbye for good I think.