I hate my art. I hate myself. I decided to disappear from everywhere for a while. My depression hit me again. I can't control anything in my life, I don't understand what I want. Drawing is not my thing. I will not succeed in this. I'll be looking for myself, I don't know if I can come back. I'm all fucked up. Tomorrow is my birthday. The worst day of the year.
sometimes i wish i never been born at all.