Sketch book (so original)

One more year

Why?

Why study?

We just do it to go to work when we are older.
Yes, we learn things, but them end up being useless, except for math, it makes you think quicker, but except for that, why do it?
Why learn to write perfectly if we work at a call center where people on the phone won't care about how you write or speak, they just care if their fucking computer gets fixed.

Work to eat.
Eat to work.
Be a slave of society.

Why not just fucking live on a mountain and eat what you find.
Why pay to live on earth when many of us don't even like it?

The only reason I haven't left is because of my cats, my little cousin, and drawing, but I know that in drawing I will never be enough.

After tomorrow I start one more fucking year of "be nice to everyone" "hide insanity" "put effort into the things you hate" "sell your soul and happiness and forget about what you love" "try to make a friend to not to be lonely" "stand annoying people who sometimes think they're gods because they're teaching you stuff"

I may someday kill someone out of frustration, but I know I won't give up on being better.
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I will try to draw something today and cry myself to sleep and shut my mind off one more year.
See ya in a month or two.

I may post today or tomorrow but not after Tuesday.

That's a song I really like.