2025 New years dump deconstructing myself as much as possible

the first time i felt like i belonged

(with artisama) smooth things like plastic and skin and the color biege

the feeling of talking within a metaphorical or literal reverbed chamber of nothing

wishing for expectations of love

i made this in a call with my friend kara and it reminds me of her a lot

unhealthy relationships and building off of them again

feeling uncomfortable in any sense and trying to find names for myself that dont make me feel awful

loneliness and trying to dig myself deeper into it; unhealthy