No Illusions Day
Because I don't talk to anyone about what bothers me, I keep things to myself. I don't talk to many at all. I always wished I had a friend I could open up to. And if I can't open up to someone, they are not a friend. This was going to have an apple and a snake in it, but I decided that was as meaningless as it is now. In this picture, the rabbit standing is not there. This is Billy wishing he knew someone like himself. There is no one like Billy and he has known that his entire life. This is a tableaux of vain desire and false hope realized.
Hell is going to be much, much worse.
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