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I haven't been keeping up with my DA but it's always a nice surprise when I come back.
Life's been just life. Nothing exciting and feeling nothing, at least I try not to overthink it for too long.
I'm more active on twitter it seems, and the craziest thing is is that if you told me a couple years ago that
I would be actively on twitter the most out of all the other socials I would've never believed it.

But now I have no socials. At least ones of me before I became chronically online. Been that way for a while actually, which even now I'm not and never really was to a great extent ever present with it. There's something wrong with me. It hurts like I know I'm wrong and I am ashamed because I know I can't fix it. I hope one day all these thoughts that choose to linger a bit longer in my head fit together like a puzzle overtime and soon after I'll be able to look back and say look how far I've come. Maybe in a few years. I will still continue to make art no matter how fragmented and alienated I feel from the person I was even yesterday.

I feel shame that I have to look for purpose. I want to feel that happiness, you know, the one where you can feel it in your 'soul'

Description
I haven't been keeping up with my DA but it's always a nice surprise when I come back.
Life's been just life. Nothing exciting and feeling nothing, at least I try not to overthink it for too long.
I'm more active on twitter it seems, and the craziest thing is is that if you told me a couple years ago that
I would be actively on twitter the most out of all the other socials I would've never believed it.

But now I have no socials. At least ones of me before I became chronically online. Been that way for a while actually, which even now I'm not and never really was to a great extent ever present with it. There's something wrong with me. It hurts like I know I'm wrong and I am ashamed because I know I can't fix it. I hope one day all these thoughts that choose to linger a bit longer in my head fit together like a puzzle overtime and soon after I'll be able to look back and say look how far I've come. Maybe in a few years. I will still continue to make art no matter how fragmented and alienated I feel from the person I was even yesterday.

I feel shame that I have to look for purpose. I want to feel that happiness, you know, the one where you can feel it in your 'soul'