POV: your sensitive. (A vent book)

Oh..

My pov:

My friend Kaylee had just gotten home from school so i went to my room. I decided to talk to my boyfriend. He's so cute...  I thought to myself. I couldn't  really tell him I loved him since we had to act like friends cause his parents didn't want us dating. Kaylee then walked into my room and told me she was spending the night. "Yeah so ima just spend a couple nights" Kaylee said confidently while smiling. "Okay." I replied back. 

Hours later at 12 am. 

I'm going to check my views on tiktok. I scrolled onto one of my art videos. I saw I got a comment. I was excited until I opened the comments. The comment said "💀💀" I started to get really sad because I thought my art was good. Oh.. I thought it was good.. I'm going to rip all the art I showed in that stupid video. I got my art out of my folder and started to record me ripping up all the art I had showed. I looked at the mess of scraps after it ended. I felt like crying. Why? Why did i do that?! I want to kms...  I posted the video and went up onto my bed. I need to cut.. Just a little one. On my thighs! Come on agree to this? No I'm not going to do it..  I needed to cry but no tears came out. I was useless. No one was online to help. Is my art really that bad... 

Couple hours later at 3 am. I'm just going to check the tiktok I made of me ripping up my art..  I saw a comment so I decided to check it out. It was the same person and they said "no one told you to rip it but ok" I had a little argument with them but then soon deleted the comments they put. I was useless. No one cared about me.