I cannot bring it out of me to actually finish an artwork.
My aunt, whom had taken therapy classes, told me it was because I was incomplete.
I'm to the point where I want to break. So many people are telling me their problems, and I am trying to fix this one and that.

'You can't make everyone happy, Sin.'

...I know what you mean now.
But it breaks me to know this.
Since my family is breaking apart, moving out, hurting each other, and my friends..well...they are moving from being my friends to strangers.

I'm antisocial, apparently.


/emotional rant/