Don't tell me you miss me. Don't cry that you need me.
There's no other way to say this. Other than through simple words that will never leave my lips.
I'm breaking.
Truly. Honestly. Inevitably.
I can handle pressure. I can handle stress.
But only to a certain point.
Stop bothering me.
I'm not going to respond.
Stop worrying about me.
It's already done, you can't prevent anything.
Stop trying to fix me.
It's not something anyone but myself can fix.
I know that some of you truly care for me, and that some of you just want arts, and that most of you don't give a rat's a** as to my mental stability, and that one of you is so attached to me, it makes me cringe at the thought.
So I'll say it right now; even though I appreciate the thought, and the worry, I just need time to sort things out.
I don't know how much, I don't even know if any indefinite amount of time would be enough at all.
To my friends: That strong person you know and love is still here, just hiding. I'll see you soon.
To my acquaintances: I know you miss my witty remarks, my snide comments, my wonderful art, so I'll try and fix that part of my brain too. Hopefully it'll be better than ever when I'm done with it.
To my enemies: I know you bastards are gloating that I'm not there to rip you a new one via pms. But don't get too used to it. It's not a permanent thing ya tards. I'll be back. And I'll have bigger guns.
To the person whom I know will somehow find this through mutual friends: I'm ignoring you for a reason. That's all there is to it. There's nothing deeper than that reason. Stop worrying. Stop. Just stop. I can't bring myself to say I'm sorry and mean it. So there. I'll be back to normal soon. Just carry on as though I wasn't there again. Like you did before. You are strong, you just need to believe in yourself, as corny as that is.
Just healing. Trying to complete Sugar prizes, please convert if Spice.
PMs for art by me^ : Open. Ghost Me : 249719 I lost the game.