and guilty disappointment through lost memories of failure
sometimes serene and dreamy
note: this is a work in progress that ive been planning for a while.
please be kind.
after graduation however i began to hear rumors of my suicide, by being asked by people i barely knew "didnt you kill yourself?" which is not only rude but absolutely absurd, so of course I would respond with "yup, you're talking to a dead person."
in place of memories, all i have are grainy photographs
but i have dreamy visions
tell me about yourself
which is nice
i cant sleep, so my reality is a constant daydream of pastel imagery
but the gift of artistic vision comes with the curse of constant despair
what are your dreams?
ive never felt like a real person
"who would have thought
i could take pictures like these?" indeed.
i have horrible eyesight
i wish to know what its like
it was a joke, but....
after i got kicked out... i was alone. no one had asked me where i had been or what happened or tried to help, it was like i never went to that school, or even existed at all.
thats when i started feeling like a living ghost.
i am the creator of my own absurd pastel world.
my own life confuses me
i dont recall much of my childhood
i really was miserable
an interactive online art journal exploring the ill mind of tati
i dont know
to be alive
ive slowly been disappearing
since my own beginning
i feel unreal
but i do remember, i was anxious.
too afraid to ever cry.
but being dead is very lonely
like im just somebodys surreal dream
but i don't remember being happy
i've been called a robot, tot the bot
what is it
that makes you feel alive
but bots are mean
i cant see well
at 17, my world crumbled as i was officially deemed ill by getting kicked outta art school for bein too sad. dont make suicide jokes, kids, it might ruin yr life permanently.
sometimes dark and dreary
but i have the ability
to change what i see
and ive been living dead on the web ever since
i have photos from childhood that look like i was happy
a question ive asked myself for years
you start to yearn for the world that you created