From pain to fear...

From fear to love, from love to sadness...

From sadness comes the absence of existence, the fear that no longer exists, and the heart that doesn't seem to be there.

From nothing to...

Non-existence...

From non-existence...

To nothing.

People are not afraid of fire, but when it's time to get burned, they cry, not because of the fire, but because of the burns.

something so hurtful and ignored...

Happy Birthday...

Yesterday was my mother's birthday, yay.

Images that i forget to post, or, when i posted, it was dark here ;--;

To hurt and hurt and hurt and hurt..

Eh, the paper just cutted because a bunch of ink or theses pen things.

So i completed drawing in one notebook haha.

I don't need that notebook;-;

So, okay then ;-;

Scopophobia

Good Afternoon ;-;

Your friends hug you and cut your back, your friends lift you up and tear off your legs, your friends raise your arms and dismember you.

Your friends are friends. and friends don't care, friends are toxic. friends don't care, don't care, don't care.

Between life and death.

You are not alive or dead, you are living.

That is different from life;

life has no beginning, you being born doesn't mean you weren't living before...

And death?

Your remains?

Nothing is created, it only transforms...

@GHOST30 ;-;

The trees:

Born