"Art is the Weapon. Your Imagination is the Ammunition. Stay Dirty. Stay Dangerous. Create and Destroy as you see fit." Strange mother to a strange child. 👦🏻
It’s so interesting that going through this with my best friend would help keep me stable, light, and focused on healing. But she deemed me as not worth her time anymore.
It’s so weird when you finally accept the reason you’re depressed. I accept my dreams will be riddled with this bs. I accept that I’m not getting that hoodie back.
It’s almost like. I’m just gonna let the depression take me and hope I survive.
I’m struggling. & it’s so funny, because I have all these friends that say they’ll be there for me. So I’ve been reaching out over the past few weeks. Yet, now is when they’ve been the most silent.