Sometimes I really feel like there’s honestly no point in expressing myself or having relationships. Maybe I’m in hell already and my eternal punishment is my heart.
Therapy has been helping me greatly, I’ve slowly been getting back into enjoying myself and figuring out the pathway I’d like to take for my life. Started to enjoy photography and hiking.
I keep forgetting that MSBlast exists. Brain has been going “Dude make a weird bug sona!!”
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i keep watching this video its fucking hypnotic
Closing my eyes and smiling bc Instagram and TikTok (which I barely use anymore) keeps recommending me the most foul and embarrassing BPD tags I’ve ever had the dishonor to read. (BIG RANT)
Bf and I last night talked about how our sonas would meet in our respective main universes. And I love these two doodles of mine’s first interaction in his Y2K story.
Yearning for my stupid jester boyfriend so I can take him to the park and look at the overcast sky while eating a banana split sundae from Brusters.
Didn’t feel like posting this on main as it was a warmup I did while getting my ass kicked by the flu. Took creative liberties with my silly spiral knight by making her a huge brutish lady.
Sometimes I miss San Antonio, especially driving around at night and listening to the graduation album. Yearning for comfort in something I knew. Atlanta is so big and I don’t have my car or belongings and feel so weird in this transitional period.
I’ve been really enjoying walking and seeing various colors of fauna. Usually where I lived it turned muddy shades of grayish brown but here it’s so lovely with the different trees, ferns, and foliage…Couldn’t capture it in these photos but it’s still beautiful.
I ended up walking out of work, it’s over. Mentally like in sludge but they had me at the worst store and customers kept being rude and saying awful stuff. I’m still packing but right now I’m not in a great mental place.
Popping up to share that I am not dead! I’m working my last two weeks of work and packing up my room! So I won’t be online posting art or updates on Bombshell. Hoping to get my room pretty much packed up so I can rest easy till work finally ends.
Kinda don’t know how to officially state this on my main. But my sibling is going to get me out of Texas this November. I essentially have to start packing up my things into boxes and clean up my room. I don’t know the future of my life bc my living situation is extremely complicated atm.
💽/:Naninadz “He who makes a beast out of himself…gets rid of the pain of being a man”
Amaranth Code is calling back to me because the trees are starting to change color, and the first chapter of Amaranth Code is set in late September early October…ooough
Some days are fine, then suddenly you feel like the most annoying person ever and think you should be put down like a dog.
