This collage is about how I couldn't see myself living a happy future. I felt like I wasn't even deserving of a fascimile of a happy home. It felt like the closest thing I could get to love was a toy dog in a dollhouse family. It's hard to think about the future.

This poem is about love. Does anyone ever stop loving someone?

This poem and collage are about someone. How embarrassing!

I made this collage while struggling with my gender identity. I think a lot of people know how it feels to see yourself as a failure of a man. I want both to look masculine and to present how I like. Without strong masculine features, the way I dress gives people the wrong idea. There's a lot more to say, but I don't have the words.

I don't want to confirm what this piece means. I don't believe god or angels but I believed in this.

I wrote this as a stream of conciousness while I was extremely unhappy. I make most of my collages when I'm upset because it makes me feel better to get this stuff out. I felt unloved and scared, like no one would ever love me as much as I loved them. I spent a lot of time avoiding that feeling through disassociating.

I wrote this while struggling a lot. I didn't think anyone cared about me and I felt like I didn't have a future, and my mental health was making me relapse into alcoholism. I felt disgusting and pitiful. Everyone I knew seemed to be so much happier and secure than me, and I felt like all they saw when they looked at me was something they were lucky enough to not be. I hoped that they at least felt good about themselves knowing they would always have someone below them, even when they were at their worst.

Do you see something?