Lou

Hii my name is Lou!!

I’m sixteen (16) years old, and I love making art.

Pronouns: They/Them

Lowk a vent acc so tw!!!

Likes: art, music, panic at the disco, talking to strangers

I used to like doing small things that make me feel more whole but slowly those things just became self destructive. I dont cut as often anymore but when i do its deep enough for me to need stitches. I feel like its not worth it if its not, but ill never tell people this because to me its only applies to myself.

I hope my liver fails either from the amount of alcohol ive been drinking since i was eleven or the handfuls of pills i took last night. Either way I pray that this is the last night I feel like this.

I don’t really enjoy anything at all anymore. I also don’t really like anyone. Or i feel indifferent to them. I think after years of relying on others for happiness i got tired. Im tired of my mother who speaks to me as if i somehow fucked up the whole family, which i cannot lie i probably did. My father who constantly makes me feel guilty for existing.