I Have To Make 3 Paintings Of Myself For Class And When The First Is Objectively Pretty Next Ones Are

I have to make 3 paintings of myself for class and when the first is objectively pretty next ones are going to become uglier and more chaotic and sad. Just me becoming more crazy and on verge of breaking down. Letting my emotions take control while I work on those paintings.

There are some days when I look in a mirror and I don't recognise the person staring at me and I don't know if that happens because I changed so much or that I lost touch with reality and my body and my mind, I'm just so tired of everything and I don't know

I'm Elio, and welcome to my shitpost blog ✨️

I don't know yet what I'll be posting here, but you can guess, given the previous sentence. Maybe my thoughts , maybe glimpses of my life or maybe stuff related to my current brainrot. We'll see ...

Some info about me (if you care):

21

any pronouns

queer (at this point, I'm so confused about who I like)

If you happen to know me in real life, first of all, "hi"; second, I might or not accidentally write about you (not including a name ofc)

Feel free to ask me anything 💕