I don't know what to do. I can't interact with people normally. I'm afraid to talk to people and make friends because I was betrayed once. I'm always complaining. I don't think I will reach my dreams. I'll never be loved as an artist. I'll never learn to draw well. I'll never be earning money to live. I'm about to give up. No matter how hard I tried I never achieved anything. Nobody believes in me, nor parents, nor "friends". People who support me constantly listening only my complains. I don't want to live like that. I'm such a failure. Why I'm even started that all, why picked up a pencil once...fuck. I hope nobody will feel sorry for me, please.