You Ever Just, Absolutely Ruin Your Wrists For 2 Hours? Or Am I Just Brain Broken? My Right Wrist Is

This just in, walked out of the building to see a kid as dressed Waldo, dressed as the grim reaper.

Joy regained

Just about cried during a maths test because I completely blanked on the question about the one thing I spent an hour studying just so I could understand it.

Life is hell

GOOOOOOOD

Today will not exist in my mind tomorrow and it will fuck me up, Like, there will be very few indications today happened at all

I ain’t been doin so hot with my mental health lately, so I been doing art. I often struggle to connect my life to myself. every single piece represents my minds instabilities.

1) Faded: has what appears to be a heart in the centre though it blends into the background as it is a display of my fears towards affections of any type.

2) Skull: quite simply my occasional considerations towards death put into an image

3) Unfocused: is the struggle I have to associate my life with myself

4) Field: although brightly coloured, it is painted as though everything is at an angle, like if you were to begin falling over, as if the world has swung out from below you.

5) Psychadelia: Notably the clearest and most colourful, this piece contrasts with the rest as it has no construction, the clearest piece is the least focused.

See, I don't check this social network all that often, but when I do I simply don't regret it

Help

Lungs fucking slap

Like bro, I fucking use these to live??? fucking whack, and I get to make lumps of coal out of them if I want to by smoking a ciggy? fuck yeah, you bet lil timmy’s getting coal for christmas if I ever say fuck it, time to die and smoke a ciggy.

Counter point. Musical whore

can i be your whore?

Instead of whoring around you could learn a musical instrument!

twitter has reminded me of a very important anniversary today. happy ten years to idw phase two!! (holy shit, ten years.)