Just some vent art I was doing while being in an anime club session. Makes me wonder how much longer I can take risks before I end up hating my life, let alone if friends are truly considered friends anymore.

I'm honestly just sick of it all... To even think I'm already too late and an eternal failure is enough to push myself for death. I cannot smile until I achieve it all, faster and better than any other life form from myself.

Can't decide if I want to give up permanently or not, but even as terminal as things seem to be in the lens of my mentality, I just don't want to be unhappy anymore. I can't just smile if I haven't been able to do something, and some of these dreams will take forever to achieve. It's torture.

Thus, I grew bitter, hopeless, and discontent. Is it time to let my spirit die yet?

Art©RC 2013/AP 'XIII