I feel myself reaching out, clawing at the skin that suffocates me. Your walls reflect my empty screams, pleads, and begs, yet you can't hear me, for you tied your rope too high.
I AM OKAY - I am safe and not in danger, just drawing out bullshit to feel better 😝😝
Also, crazy self-portrait. It feels so sweet drawing myself as someone I always wished I'd be. I never thought how much t has impacted me, but I see a bit of myself each day— and there's something so beautiful in that.












