Hey. I just wanted to tell you guys I'm sorry I've been lacking on the artwork/talking on skype. Frankly, I've been too busy cutting and sulking over my goddamn life than maning up and moving on. Just get prepared for a vent, because all of you are about to hear my thoughts.

I'm fucking broken. I'm not bent anymore, I've snapped. I didn't know I could ever break a promise so quick, but I've been doing it every day now. I've been cutting, yeah, and you know what? It fucking feels so good. I love the feeling of pain, i deserve the feeling of being cut. I deserve to die, but I think the reason it won't happen is because I WANT it to happen. I can't man up and do it. I can't kill myself. I have no fucking purpose, and I know it. People hate me, and it feels like my family are those people, as well. The only reason people stick around is because I'm so fucking retarded they find me amusing when they're bored. No one will tell me anything. My family says they want to spend time with me, but when I try to, they're all 'to busy,' or they left without me. They lie. Everyone lies. They're all going to leave. They're going to leave me to rot alone. That's how I want it. I want to be alone, it's what I deserve.

I'm a liar, a faggot, a freak, fat, autistic, and a rude prick. I'm too much of a pussy to do anything, though. I can't help it, but everyday I think about slitting my fucking wrists. I want to kill myself, I really do. I feel worthless, pathetic, undeserving, uneeded, and unwanted. To say the least, I hate myself. I want to be loved, I really do. I want to be happy, but it's a real fucking struggle to be. No wonder everyone leaves. I just sit around and draw all day, at least that's how it used to be. Now I sit here, cutting myself with a piece of glassI found. I want it to get infected, I want to bleed out, I want to overdose, I want to get hit by a car, the possibilities are endless. This vent is over with, I'm going to go cry. Thanks for reading this far, I guess...