I tend to be a quiet sort that observes a lot of stuff but that leads to folks leaving crumbs that align in ways that make me squint. I can tell when I reach out to folks who express concerns with no one reaching out to them- but I do not fit that want (i.e. I will not bang an OC) so I get exploded.
You can tell when 'queer' venue spaces are written by people who only see one type of queer and that's it.
Crying because I want to draw but my skills falling off horribly due to my 7+ year art hiatus fucked me up. There are things that I want to do that I fear I will not be able to realize be it due to my emotional state or my physical health.
What if I just explode.
#berserk #griffith #art
It is part of the reason I do not reach out as often as I used to because those exact same motherfuckers will infantalize me/my writing. So I just cannot be assed. I have too many things wrong with me physically and mentally that it is just not worth it.
God if I fucking speak.
Me sitting here masking like everything is fine even in my containment (room) and safe space when I know it's not but you've been conditioned to be the strong older sibling who cannot crash out or you're "immature for your age grow up".
OK what if I grow my foot up your ass.
Manifesting that my trip will be peaceful and I will have one trip in the past 5 years that does not include bullshit people wanna drag me into
