#writtersblock

I spent my whole life pretending to live in fairytales. We paint people as this perfect picture so we don’t feel so alone. We ignore our pains so deeply that we do nothing but create more for ourselves. We ignore the obvious red flags in order to avoid being abandoned again. We stick to what we know best because that’s what we have experienced. We do this everywhere we go. The fairytales we form quickly turn into nightmares we can’t escape from, and over and over again we continue this search until we hate ourselves enough to settle for the bullshit we have manifested. We spend forever trying to find Prince Charming that we forget to look for ourselves. Eventually you look in all of the wrong places, until your idea of love is so broken and fragile that you become the thing you hate the most. the cold villain, only thinking of themselves, alone and miserable, distant, and unlovable. Why would we ever put anyone else first when we couldn’t even put ourselves first? We crave love for so long that we eventually become bitter to the idea of it. People didn’t ruin us, we ruined ourselves whilst trying to paint a perfect picture of a person that never existed, of a love that wasn’t. We spend forever in the infinite grips of our own demise. We are our own prisoner, forever trapped by our own pasts.

Do like animators of anime just sit back and watch the anime theyve worked on? Do they like go criticizing on what they did or what???? Hello? I need explanationssss