That depressing sucky feeling of letting things go, because you fucked up. You’re letting go and it hurts, and you’re just sinking more and more, and the more you sink, the heavier it gets, and the harder it is to swim up. It feels nice and freeing to let go from the pressure society has, and the pressure you set up for your own self by letting go and isolating, but It’s tiring and it hurts, because day after day you’re stuck in the same pattern, but I’M the one doing it to a large extent. It hurts putting yourself in isolation voluntarily, but it’s all you really know, and it’s hard to admit and talk about your issues in a society where all those mental struggles are looked down upon, or that it makes you weak they say. You tell yourself that you’ll learn and try to do better, but each passing day you grow more stuck in your ways, losing potential and time, hour by hour. Each day it’s the same, I’m too mentally and physically tired and dead to try, I’d rather sleep or dead. But isn’t it more tiring to live in the same pain day after day? You say you hate it, yet you don’t do anything to actively change it either.


It’s so hard to try for me, but I do wanna try. I do wanna get better.



Drawn on 6/20/2025