Left: 6 months ago making art without a purpose, trying to fit into a scheduled mundane "normal" lifestyle, trying to understand how people keep attachments, and what "happiness" is, faking conversations and interests, bored out of my fucking mind! (5 am to 4pm)
Right: 6 months later, being more accepting of who I am, a loner, outcast, someone who loves being alone and finds pleasure in loneliness/darkness, someone not afraid to die, spend all my money, eat all the foods, cuss all I want because I am tired of trying to make others comfortable.
If people can say that they love living, why can't others say they look forward to death? That's right I fucking went there lol (4pm to 5am)