![]() All my mom’s internalized-capitalism of “If you don’t work you are useless” really is hereditary isn’t it? And fuck my psych class, I’ve been going hungry because it starts as soon as I get to school so I can’t eat breakfast. I’ve also been doing a tracking project for psych and it made me realize that all my days are unproductive and that I’m lazy and useless. I love painting, I really do, but my depression hasn’t been letting me. All these expectations, all this societal bullshit, my decaying mental health, it’s been stressing me out. Yet throughout my life my parents drilled into me that painting or art majors will bring me nowhere in life. I’ve been questioning my future too, I don’t know if I want to actually join the military and become a psychologist. ![]() My days are so similar that it’s driving me to madness, and my time in one day goes so fast I feel like I can’t even enjoy it. Lately I’ve been feeling lonely, I know I’m getting bad again, and everything is both going so fast and repeating over and over again. The desert, the galaxy of a sun, the shadows of people, the pillars with strange perspectives, it’s all supposed to mean something. This was for an Art Project for my art class, but I felt like it also was a way to express how I’ve been feeling lately.
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