sorry for this post, but i want to share with someone.
I don't want to share with my friends or family because they feel the same way. so I'll leave it here

today I wanted to do something useful for my country and began to draw. painted in honor of the resistance that my people put up for the sake of their freedom. I was inspired and joyful.
and then the air raid alert brought me back to earth and I seemed to plunge into all this horror for the second time.
almost fifty people died and many were injured in my area today. yesterday my underage relative was shot when he and his mother tried to leave the city. he was 16 y.o

sitting in the bathroom in the company of an endless stream of news and my cat, I experience only rage and thirst of blood. I can't draw.
I feel like on the ninth day of this war I am defeated. I want to see the end of this massacre. I want to watch how the person who destroys my homeland suffers.

today is my birthday. and my wish is that the russian soldiers who bombs my country never comes home.