well guys, i’m being sent back to the teenager torture chamber. art and content and probably any signs of life will be put on hold because i’ll basically just die all over again and there’s nothing i can do about it except slave away at my desk in cramped little rooms and keep my grades up. for what purpose? i don’t even know anymore.
god my head hurts. i’ve been crying all day. and both my dad and lil bro really had to rub it in that i’m useless and lazy when i’m not in school. i was doing so good and i was becoming happier and i was planning on branching out and trying new things i don’t want to go back i don’t want to go back i don’t want to go back i don’t want to go back I DONT WANT TO GO BACK
at least it’s raining rn. one last moment of peace and event of nature before i’m sent back to what is essentially a liminal space.
