"I am drowning
There is no sign of land
You are coming down with me
Hand in unlovable hand
And I hope you die
I hope we both die"

- No Children by the Mountian Goats

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UH-OH
Again sorry for not posting! I haven't had many finished pieces and I've been debating on switching to here because DA is just not it. :/

EITHER WAY this is a vent piece that correlates to the No Children PMV I made many years ago. I've been debating on posting this but I love the flow of it so much. I'm not afraid of this person anymore. I've found great people to surround myself with who actually RESPECT my boundaries and don't push them until I give in to something I don't wanna do just to keep the peace and hoping that next time things will be different. Mind you I dislike this person very much but I still hope that they can figure out a better life for herself without me. Trauma is a wild thing because despite the pain sometimes I wish I could have one more conversation with them and just hang out but rereading our messages reminds me of the cycle that we were in and how much of a husk I became. I honestly don't recognize the person I was then because they were so unhappy and unable to change things no matter how much I snapped back. That relationship broke me down and honestly almost a decade later from when it happened, I'm recovering little by little but being influenced like that at such a young age messed with my head hardcore. So the only way I know how to get rid of those feelings is draw things like this and I have pages and pages filled with vent things related to this. Even when confronted with what she did, she still denied it and said she was in the right but was sorry for what happened which feels like one last slap in the face. So I'll just keep making art until the sting goes away.