I will write about hope and find new stories
I mean. I got nothing. No new stories. No new content.
I got nothing.
and it fucking hurts because this is how I art. This is how I express my feelings. This is how I have always ALWAYS told my/our story. Through day to day “hi how are you” to small fictions and gm/dm dnd shares
and I look back over the last few years of my writing and it’s just sadder and sadder attempts to reach out while the world burns down
and I am just so sad
I have lost hope in humans.
(looking at you TN, FL, and TX amongst others)
fuck this timeline