It’s not so much what I did, but what I didn’t do.

Also, a bit too articulate for the average cultist.

You jest, but someone I know had them on and off for almost 15 years. The full backstory is uninteresting, but the conclusion is that it was what got them into studying dentistry.

Since I’m not particularly creative I’ve thought of picturing everyday objects in all its ordinary glory so that I don’t feel the need to represent them accurately.

I don’t know if that makes sense to you or of it even helps, I’m not particularly qualified on the subject.

Ps. If you feel like posting your artwork, there is a neat community [email protected]

This is very insightful, thank you!

I don’t have a definitive answer, though it certainly helps to broaden the perspective.

anything but doom scrolling I felt this. I’ve had times where I’ve been able to quit, for up to a few months, but since I don’t feel significantly better, I just fall back into it.

I have a stock of art supplies gathering dust. I feel bad for not using them, but also I feel like using them is a waste of material bc anything I do will suck.

I get the concept of ‘keep sucking until you don’t’, but I don’t have the mind and emotional energy for that.

Is that a huge dog or a tiny armchair?

I’m being held hostage by the cells’ survival instinct.

Everything is awful is like the parody cover of Everything is awesome?

BTW sometimes I say to my self in a sing-songy voice ‘Everything disgusts me’, perhaps we’re on to something…

I’ve tried really hard to ‘remember’, there’s some stuff, but none seems bad enough. And the only thing that I could label as messed up happened when I was like 9 and an isolated case so it seems like an outlier.

My only guess is that whatever happened, assuming it did, was so early that my memories are both fuzzy and pre-verbal so I literally couldn’t put words into them and are more like vague feelings.

I usually tell myself that nothing happened, at least I have no recollection of anything ‘bad’ really happening to me at an early age to justify my issues. And I don’t really think I have ‘repressed memories’, if that is even a thing. But then, so many of these symptoms are so fitting that I don’t know what to make of it.

Gotta love the goofy ‘eyes’

Can’t count how many t-shirts I ruined bc I had to remove the labels. They were unbearably itchy.

Good thing it seems that type of labels are not so common nowadays.

Why no exoskeleton? are we hermit crabs?

How do you call your cousins?

So, like gpt