Imagine you’re climbing a mountain, but every time you come a long way, and climb very high, but everytime you almost reach the top an avalanche happens and you find yourself at the bottom again and you get hurt badly, but you keep trying again anyway, and you climb again, and again and again, everytime you fall and you get hurt, you sit at the bottom injured and tired, and now you’re too scared to climb again, you don’t even know why you’re climbing, you just stay at the bottom instead
That’s how i’ve been feeling, my mind and body is just slowly giving up, i dont have it in me to try and love again, i dont know what i’m doing with my life, i still dont like my art, i just...idk
Recently heard news that was just the nail in the coffin and with everything thats been happening i’m so tired.