A lot has happened since the last time I posted.
and since no one else is free to talk,
i'll shout it into the oblivion of the internet.
Here are my thoughts.
With finals, I have found no time for my painting.
I feel dead.
Prom was tonight. I skipped.
I'm beginning to somewhat regret my conscience decisions
to remove myself from life.
i'm quite lonely, I must admit.
My self-isolation is starting to tear me apart.
I don't know why I do these things to myself.
It's no big deal, really.
I just sort of feel like
at this point
when i'm older..
i'm going to have nothing to look back on.
i'm so scared of that.
And I can't even seem