It’s been a week and still all I want to do is cry and maybe kill myself.
But my dad bought me flowers for our porch so I had something to take care of and by extension something to live for. So really the only reason I’m not going to kill myself is because the plants need me. And I want to make sure they survive.
I don’t even know what to say when people ask me if there’s a way to help??? Like. I just. You can’t make me better at art, and you can’t make me believe that I’m an okay artist and that you care about my ideas and characters. So idk. I just. Want to die.
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