shybloodlover

It's strange to think it never mind say it. But I haven't said it, not really, just to myself and it feels odd and stiff on my tongue. I am ill. It doesn't make sense. I am a young talented person. I should be exploring places, emotions and people. Yet here I am. Rotting. I can feel my insides grow hateful, their violence unknown to the outside world. My mind distorts my loved ones into vengeful demons. My hands act out, like weapons, clawed and jagged. There is no love or creativity flowing from my being. Only fear and anger. My sensitive skin burns and itches, allergic to any kindness. My eyes see shadows from my childhood and 'm

I am going back to college. Because I can't stay in this town for much longer and I need an escape from everyday life. I miss being surrounded by art and artists, people who understand the way I look at the world. My plan is to move to Glasgow or Dundee once I've finished this year in my local college. This shit is gona be difficult. I hate that I have to go to college just to escape from this life. Fuck this toxic society.

Creating some witch-esque mood/inspo boards over on polyvore. Feeling some really strong connective vibes but I'm not completely sure where they are coming from. Doing some corny boards n some slightly natural boards. Trying to work with colours and feelings to help me figure out all these strong sensations. Wish me luck ^^