And my parents make it worse. Lately just about every time I sit down to do some art(or just about anything for that matter) my parents feel that they need to drag me though the fucking muck and make me feel like a sinner before the gods themselves. I'm so tired of all of this and I don't know what i did to deserve it. I find myself thinking of walking out in front of fast moving cars a lot lately. And almost exclusively when I'm home. the last few days where spent at my mates home and I didn't think about it once, but now its back and I just want it to be over. sorry for the rant watchers I promise I won't do anything stupid I know what the pain of a loved one doing that to themselfs is like I couldn't do that to my brother.