Sunday, May 20, 2018

they'll always betray you

Exactly a year ago today I hung myself from my bed. My partner held me up enough so that as she reached for my knife to cut me down, I regained consciousness. It was chance that I finished this piece on that anniversary.

Safe Space; Collage on Board; 183cm x 245cm

I really thought I would have a lot to say about that relationship and the maelstrom that enveloped it. I thought I might even (finally) finish writing this series recounting some of the events that affected my partner and I so much. But I sat down to write about it and this is all that came out:

It was a great story, a war story, a love story. It's over now (ish). It ended tragically, but not quite tragically enough. I'm glad I got to live it; less happy that I lived through it. But whatever, I learned a deep, terrible kind of learning. So next time I'm sure I will do better.

I think that this is all I have to say about it. That and fuck everyone; they'll always betray you. Just don't let that keep you from shining so bright.

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