I feel like the poem on this piece speaks for itself mostly. This also revolves around a specific delusion I get stuck on often, that I died as a kid and now my body has been decomposing without my knowledge.

This was something I made mostly for fun, but I still ended up putting a lot of myself into it by accident. When my anxiety is bad I start fixating more on the idea of luck and protective charms to try to protect myself. I'm not a religious or superstitious person for the most part but when I'm paranoid I take anything I can get. I like the way these colors look together.

Here's another collage that I mostly made out of the desire to create something. I was putting images together based off of colors but I realized I had accidentally mostly chosen images of things that were small, so I leaned into it. I think this can come off as either sad or comforting, which both work.

Around the time I made this, I met a man on a walk whose dog had the same name as the first dog my family ever had. It felt like some sort of cosmic revelation about the way my life was going. I got hurt by a lot of people and now I'm afraid of everyone, even if I know they love me. It was a jarring experience to lose a pet that way.

This is a small excerpt from a longer story I wrote about an abandoned house. It's something very personal that I don't think I need to share any more about, but I like it.

I always feel like I lose a large portion of who I am as a person every time something big happens to me, and something bigger than anything I've experienced before is coming. I'm not sure how I'll react to such a huge change in my life, but I've already been changing into what I feel is a worse version of myself these past few years. I feel fragmented into all these splinters of myself that I used ot be or still am. This is a very scary time in my life.