The worst thing sadness took from me is my ability to draw. I have so much anger and I want to use it to create something beautiful, to convey how I feel, but I just can’t. I envy people who can portray their feelings in their work. I want someone to see into my mind, but it’s been so goddamned closed off from the rest of the world for so long I don’t know how to bring it back. I can’t explain to you in words how I feel all the time, and now I can’t draw it either. I feel like I can’t communicate with anyone whatsoever in a way that is actually worthwhile. It’s just me and my head. My fucking unbearable head.
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Maybe by not being able to communicate well with people, you might be dodging a bullet more than you’re missing out on something. Focus on yourself and what you need, be your own best friend. Confide and trust in yourself. Other people will only let you down. It’s better to stay away.