honestly this is any muesum imho. its just plastic junk and its such a shame

we need sbr so bad it will fix everything

the way he hid so much of his suffering in his life from me when he didnt anyone else, and how my life would likely have been radically different without him in it. i am so angry i wish he knew the massive hole he ripped in my life. and im so guilty how little i appreciated him being in my life

my first digital art tablet was a christmas gift from my uncle. he knew and understood what i was into as a kid and just totally understood me and actually cared about my interests and what i liked and i felt like if he could be an adult and still be weird then theres hope for me. and now hes gone

i feel horrible ive not been able to do my yearly christmas cards i love to do, and i havent been able to think about what to get people, anytime i start to try to sit down and think about it my brain kinda goes black snd its like 3 days later

it feels so weird to say, but the bgas reminded me of him becsude its like theres so much hed be so hyped for that he will never get to experience. this is the worst thing anyone could do to their loved ones

i feel like im never going to be able to stop thinking about this, i want to go through all the stages of grief and get over it but i feel like im just always cycling through it daily and in random order

by god i am going to get the spark back i am going to draw and create and paint again i have to

i need to say it more, it just feels weird but im never taking this for granted ever again. god damnit. at least i have therapy today. make some sense of up and down hopefully

i have therapy tomorrow and theres a group therapy in december im going to attend but they feel so fsr away and my grief feels so big to me like i know i shojldnt compare but i do

i knowni need to do normal things to feel normal but this grief is at the edge of my entire brain all the time and it just feels endless

it didnt btw