I hate being so pissed over nothing all the time. I hate being awake at 5am every morning thinking about how much I miss him and how fucking stupid my life really is. I live in a piece of shit trailer with drunk fat abusive fuck heads, and I can't do anything about it. So I sit here and rant to people who probably don't give a fuck in the first place about how bad of a person I am. I'm an overly jealous bitch with fucking terrible drawing skills, I draw myself with huge boobs and a pretty figure to get over my self consciousness and the fact that I have none, I put up my shit art and act like I'm the friendliest not fucked up Lilark most of you know.
Faving my "art" isn't getting anyone coolness points. I only draw because I literally have NOTHING else to do with my life. I sit on my floor and chat to other people on Skype I pretend to know all day, and secretly complain to myself about how bored I am and how I want to get out of here. I bitch and moan and complain to people that don't really care in the least,and knowing that no one can help me anyway just makes it so much worse. I'm alone and scared and so fucking irritated with everything right now.
Fuck my life.