I'm giving up on digital art not just because AI is ruining the world and dimension of art but...my phone does exactly help with the giant deadspace and 2 neon lines from it being broken

I mean, a paradox where repetition is key, and the whole time you're stuck wanting for someone or something to set you free and then it ends abruptly. Left to realize the dark truth. Right to let go of it all

of all the visions inside my head and of the outside world. it was only about making it to the other side

nice and bright

It meant nothing

I cried over it. Right now but I'm catching my breath. I haven't nearly cried out like that in a long while

there's nothing today

I really do...just...tell me yourself...

I GET IT. THAT'D BE FINE. I ACCEPT I ACCEPT I DO I DO I DO

all my being...assuming position...hate me don't you?

What is this? I feel...

Am I really ready? Does being prepared mean to have simply been frustrated about it for a year? What is happening to me?

I'm hoping for a miracle...but are you doing the same? Do I understand what it entails to be brought back?

What am I saying? Again? I've reconstructed all your being. With a small amount of assumptions I've figured probably you would hate me for all the apologies. Right? I learned some people loathe apologies. You'd rather be sorry. I GET IT. THAT'D BE FINE. I ACCEPT I ACCEPT I DO I DO I DO