I draw things I think

not that it means i’m not trying, but those thoughts just slip in at times. doing my best still feels like i’m deteriorating but i try to look at some of the results it’s caused. please keep moving forward

i shouldn’t have gotten this far but i have. i wish i can actually feel proud of myself but the kind of pride i have at the moment is like… only mirroring what i remember/know about it, if that makes sense. i wish i wasn’t such a pain in the ass

existing and being of physical form still kinda sucks though, let me just wander as a spirit

i feel bad for being repulsed at physical affection, the concept sounds kind of nice in my head but once it happens i have this overwhelming feeling of disgust. it’s not directed at the person at all, but not like i have any idea where else it could come from. maybe it might stem from a history, maybe not— the human mind works in mysterious ways.

the way my voice goes up ten pitches when i have to talk to someone in a store needs to be studied