I cannot think straight.

I’ve got so much shit on my mind and I’ve been trying to draw because I have amazing ideas. (Not really they’re all dog shit.) but I can’t fucking think straight.

This is me bitching about my life. It’s not interesting so just click off if you don’t want to read me yap my nuts off about my life.

I feel like a bad friend and a bad person. I failed people in my past and left them with permanent scars from the way my words hurt them. I’ve cried at Matt recently and now I think he hates me because I was so vulnerable after I had a conversation with a friend of mine. I haven’t been able to eat properly because it makes me feel sick. All I’ve been doing is drinking water and trying to dodge it as best as I could. And Ethan won’t leave me the fuck alone and keeps bothering me. Everything is stressing me out and I hate it. Sorry for the rant I’m just fucking tweaking rn.

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