I'm starting littl by little be worried, how long my strenght can carry on..

I'm eating meds, but still I keep having suicidal thoughts more and more...


Last stictch was this that this one guy said to me, that he doesn't draw to other persons, and then drew to someone else.

And he's drawn for him many times...

And for me.... never... I've known him for years...

I can't explain why it's so depressing, but for me, art is eomthign nice, especially gift art, that I have just two, that I have almost begged for...


I've been so angry today, that I wanted so much instead of going to school, to go to the bridge and jump to the icy river...