I’m making some terrible funny collage postcards because I’m depressed and want to make shit art.
Message me your address and I’ll mail you one. Guaranteed to be so stupid the only person who will find it funny is me.
Sometimes I really hate myself.
I’m not a bad person,
in fact I would even like to think I’m a good
But I still hate myself.
I hate that I can’t know.
I hate that I never found the courage.
To be anything other than someone who works really fucking hard…
no mornings where I wake up
and want to
I could be more,
but where would I find the time?
I gave wrong people the right pieces of me.
I should still be in counseling.