Soup by hand
I am alone now. The friends I had; we don't talk Or they don't respond. They all tell me to "keep going" or that it gets better or don't worry----honestly some shit someone who has it easy would say. I will kill myself in this soup I'm eating by hand. I am dead; or at least the person I was is dead, I don't care to be kind anymore. Hahaha remember when my friends loved what I would draw? Remember drawing? Ha. Ha. ..........ha.

















