https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKHABB6da6E

Been listening to a lot of TBTB all night and I had an image like this in my head all night. I took 5 minutes and dumped out this crappy vent piece I scribbled over with sharpie. Kinda how I have felt for the past 2 in a half years. Being held down by depression and blinded and gagged by my emotions. It is getting better but I always question myself, question if it will ever get better. Will I ever be the same again? Did he permanently damage me? I would do anything to be able to let go and move on for good. So this is a little vent piece of how anxiety and depression and sexual frustration have really tore me to pieces and how I will never stop questioning myself. I feel I am getting better but I feel I will never be 100%. The damage has been done and I may never be able to be fixed without help this time around. Who knows, maybe this year will be the year I can free myself.

Characters and art (C) me, even though it is shitty.