used to be an artist. a f*cking decent one. wtf happened

ptsd is a weird thing. makes you significantly more alert – yet you don’t need to hear and see so much. makes you feel like an engine that has been started despite being broken and unable to ever work again. you only wish for rest. you wish for it to pass. you still can't relax and *not hear*

i can't
i can't
i can't
i say it every time
then it passes eventually
the exhaustion doesn’t, though

of course hot black sugary coffee seems like the most delicious thing that you desperately need at 1 am
(no, i won't go make it)

basically created this account to scream in the void sometimes