Sharing my old posts

Reading books isn't as enjoyable as it used to be. Drawing isn't as enjoyable as it used to be. Talking isn't as enjoyable as it used to be. Nothing feels 'right' anymore.

​I don't have the strength left to try.

​Talking hurts me; it feels as if blades are cutting my throat when I speak. The more I talk, the more I hurt others and upset the people I love. I don't want to upset anyone, I don't want to upset those who fight for me, I don't want to turn into a bad person. But I am becoming one. That's why I'm starting to hate myself more and more with each passing day.

​I try to make art, but I don't even have an emotion left to put into my art. I feel terrible. I can't read, I can't draw. It hurts to do these things. I feel like I'm putting myself inside a cage that is too small for me.

​It's as if I have no lungs, yet I am breathing

August is dripping wet, how would I know about September...