/lit/ - Literature

I'm trying to sort out the past year of papers that are covering my desk. There's a lot here to process, physically and emotionally. Novel sketches, poems, letters I would never send, drawings, random handwriting practices. It's a huge mix of heartbreak and depression and schizophrenic longing for beauty. It's me in document form. If someone wanted to know who I was, truly know not just know the labels I use for myself, this is what I would show them.

It's strange to look at desu. It's so intimately familiar, yet also feels like it's from a dead and distant past.

Pic related, it's my papers but scaled way down because I don't want you fucks berating my most personal thoughts.