Inktober Day 26: Hide
am I yearning? am I thinking about something else? you’ll never be able to tell
i drew this earlier while pissed so
you fucking win.
“I pray for the day when this is just a painful memory.”
I pray for the day when these wounds are rugged scars.
I pray for the day when this is a nightmare and not my reality.
I pray for the day when these tears cry for silly reasons.
I pray for the day when I can feel agonizing recovery.
I laughed the loudest, who’d have known?
I have no fucking idea who I am. I always just look at others I like atm and then my whole being is based around that.
I wish I could be my own person and not depend on others to show me how to act like so I could do it too.
Crazy my love, for you