I broke up with myself ... like 6 or 5 years ago.
It was when I was in high school.
I went through a lot of stress, I did not have the best grades, I had very low grades, my father demanded too much of me, I did not improve and pushed me too much and when I showed him good grades, he did not accept them, he continued to reproach me for the bad grades I took previous years, it made me go through a lot of bad things and I didn't have good things at that time of mine, I managed to graduate, but even if I wasn't happy, before that, I got to the point of trying to commit suicide, in elementary school I wanted to jump out of my mom's car moving on the road when he took me to school, while scolding me for my low grades, I have a great mother, my friends are envious of how my mom is great, but well, at the time of high school I was under high pressure , such as mental, social, sentimental, physical, etc.
I came to hate myself, even crying that it was better that it had not existed, there is when ... I broke the ties of myself, there is a start to deteriorate and how do I know? Because on the following birthdays I had, I was not happy, I did not really smile, I felt depressed and very menial in everything that happened to me, in everything negative, I do not know if you notice in my drawings that the expressions of my character, they become like strangers, like being happy but hiding something.
Anyway ... I think ... I need to love myself again, to feel special ... that I am a great artist and to think about all the good things that have happened to me after high school, yes, I had pressure at university and my father ran me out of his house ...
but I had support from my mother and now I am exercising what I wanted to do the most, working on what I draw and I love what I do and more when I find more people who have the same tastes as me, thank you all, to whom I They support and tell me that they are incredible or that they like my art, I think that ... expressing all this ... and going back to make passes with myself ... I will cry and my body will not hold back my tears.
what the drawing says is ...

***sorry...
sorry for treating you bad ... ***