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school kills artist is a phrase I've seen a lot but never really related to

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my stupid fucking gcse art makes me want to carve my eyes out and burn my hands off bro it's so bad

i love art, i love painting, i love creating

I DON'T love having deadlines, expectations and a stupid annoying ass teacher providing no help at all but telling me I need 5 more pieces or I'll fail

I want some platonic love yk?

I don't need a bf or gf I just want a close friend who gets me

someone who is close and touchy but we both know there's nothing more to it

I want to love someone without worrying that they think I LOVE them like I don't want to date anyone I just want someone to share this life with

Everyday I feel like I'm counting down

9 hours until the day ends

6 days until the week ends

256 days until the end of the year

what's the point in living if I'm just waiting for the end?

how can you look at me and pretend I'm someone you've never met?

I am grieving the living more than I am grieving the dead

I cry over people who don't even think about me anymore

And it hurts knowing they will never want me back

Do I know what it means to be a woman? Do I know the difference between a man strutting out his weight across the road while a woman shies off to give way? Do I know what it means to be a woman in a world where several of us are raped, killed, used, exploited, discarded, murdered, ripped, scrunched up, unwound, run over, violated, pried into, scraped, annihilated? Do not teach me my genitals; I know full well that they betray me to a life of suffering. To be a woman is to be a sacrifice, something to settle for— nymph, virgin, innocent, beautiful, motherly, young all at the same time. It is not enough to be one, or several; we must be all. Anything less is unacceptable in front of a measly appendage. I am something to be given away, something to be pursued, something to be caught despite what I may have to say in such a manner. I am something bartered; something sold (hopefully in pristine condition for that is where my value is), a commodity, a trophy at best; vermin, sad, unagreeable, used up cunt at worst. Wicked fruit bears a wicked tree, bears a wicked fruit; but perhaps mine is a dried up, rotting thing. The apple does not fall far from the tree, but its branches are tired; it crumbles under its own weight, crumpled over like a weeping willow next to the cedars and oak trees.

I have found that safety is to be undesirable.

im currently reading the death note manga and mAN i dont care if people call me basic or whatever, i watched the anime back in december and i love that series so much that i think i'll be capable of finishing the manga 😭😭 my concentration is so crappy that I haven't been able to finish a book or manga without having a hard time for as long as I can remember. so rn im just so asksbslsbsl /pos

Vent; how I feel like that technology is everywhere and it’s brain rotting or feeling like I’m drowning in it.

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9/16/22