Something I drew in the past.
My idea of depression and anxiety is a black goop with eyes and mouth. Enveloping me with its huge, heavy body. Weighing me down that I can’t even leave my bed. Telling me things that will hurt me. It’ll leave me all weary. No matter how I wash it away, it’s still there. Laughing triumphantly. This little shit. XD
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I’ve seen that goop. Is there a way out?
I still haven’t seen it yet. :/
I guess we gotta look harder.
“This little shit” ha damn straight. really nice picture, mranony.
Straight damn, mate. XD
Thank you, freeroma.
So, how’s life treating you?
Like it doesn’t appreciate me, but I can be one ornery person, even when I want to leave I still stick around..
how’s yourself?
Cool beans. The “stick around” always makes me think of a café or something. Now I see people sitting and sipping coffees. So is life just a giant café? Serving you bitter coffees and sweet coffees?
If so, I could really use some sweetener, this is far too bitter for my taste. But they serve side pastries too, so it’s not all bad
Side pastries. That would do the trick. But the coffee is still bitter, huh? Where can we request for the sweetener?
“Hey life, your coffee is a little bit bitter. Can I have some sweetener?”
“Put it on the suggestion box.”
“Why do I need to put it on the suggestion box?”
“Next.”
Or maybe my tongue just got cut. :/
Reminds me a bit of Tim Burton (yep, I know that’s a huge compliment, but I mean it lol)
Yay! Tim Burton
I like his stuffs. ?