You know..we all struggle with some things. It can be inside and outside ourselves. Want to know a little secret..? I struggle with trust. It's ironic even given the fact of how I just can't seem to let go of anyone. You couldn't get me to turn away unless you asked.
So when I began sinking away with life..when I was turning to the streets..when I was fighting my depression and anxiety..I saw the best and worst in the people around me. I was treated to silent smiles and soft words. When I felt safe for a moment, I would watch it come crumbling beneath myself because the people who told me they were my friends or that I could count on them..they looked away and forgot their own words.
It's hard for me to trust people. It's hard for me to liberate that sense of an internal clock waiting for the next person to hop on by, tell me pleasant things..and vanish on the horizons again as if neither of us happened at all to one another. I don't feel good about..me.
There are nights where I curl up and sketch at broken rabbits, and they're my last line of defense so I can breathe again. If you're here...If you are reading this...welcome inside. You're seeing the part of me I'm petrified to show anyone. So this comic is my way of blowing off steam, and staring at those feelings deep down inside.
2 years, 2 months ago
14 Jun 2016 02:22 CEST
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