whenever I remember I can scream into this better void and I take a peak at everyone else’s, I feel at home

The paradox of wanting to belong in a small tight group of creative friends but not wanting to meet new people..

The urge to crawl back to my isolated lil corner of the web to self soothe

Woke up and started grieving the death of someone alive

Woke up and felt the pang in my chest

I miss feeling excited to draw and playing without worrying about making it into content and being silly and doing what I want.. I miss me..

i want to disappear from the internet for awhile but i dont want to do that shit no more

it's still crazy to me that i might get to keep my current friends..

is it really over now?

a tomorrow that never comes.

i wanna draw so many things...

first day of meds... nothing really happened.

is it over

the beginning of the end

the indie web feels like an island hometown that gives me so much comfort when I visit it.

hey, i missed you.

finally wrote another entry on my bearblog.. it feels so cathartic.

melancholic nights

I love my friends!!!!!!!! All of them!!!! The new and the old!!!!! You all are precious to me!!!!

My friends directly tagged and invited me to play a new game 🥹🥹