It is such a privilege to hear of someone's pain, the thoughts that make you worry that you've made the wrong decisions and will you forgive me and what can I say to make you see that at least I want to understand you but I'm sorry I fall short at the moment I can't seem to get over my own fuck ups I'm truly bothered that it looks as though I'm only feeding the selfish ego that lives inside my belly like starvation and pushes me to be someone you didn't meet someone I had no idea would grow to take your innocence and never give it back its gone somewhere dumb we are all so dumb like trash down it goes no bye-bye's for dumb girls. You won't hear me share mine. It is a privilege to hear how much that hurt.
a compilation of things that make up an online sketchbook, and stuff.