Things I WANT to say:
I’m empty
I want to kill myself
I’m sad
Nobody cares about me
I have no future
I’m broken inside. I’m unfixable
I suck at art
I’m not afraid of dying

Things I ACTUALLY say:
I’m fine
I’m happy
I want to be an artist
Im afraid of dying
I won’t hurt myself
I’m not depressed.
I’m not sad or lonely