I hate myself too.

I have no friends, no money and nothing to look forward to. I don't want to die, but i don't enjoy being alive and i doubt i ever will.

Everyday it feels like I being judged for my art and I wonder why I even still do draw. It feels like I never belonged and I never will.

i kinda just wanna give up. quit work and spend my days in bed. i dont want to be responsible anymore

no, we can't. friends are a wishful concept for the lost. we'll always be alone

i wish i didnt have to do all of this stuff for the future. we should be allowed to relax. i dont want to open canvas. I want to frolic.