I rant. I can be a bitch. I accept that. People think I'm so perfect because I don't have to work to make my art or my books or grades. But I slipped this year and it hurts. I don't just snap my fingers and it's done. I'm not freaking Mary Poppins so stop trying to make me her. I either pull off the crap that's on display in the library at school in a second or I work my ass off for a mediocre drawing of something I want. Let me have something for me god dammit. You won't even let me have my rants. I have a friend who every time I'm down he asks me what's wrong. I tell him. He replies with a "You think that's bad..." And it hurts. I DONT CARE! You don't live my life or even really know who I am. Just let me be when I'm down or don't try and make my day better by dumping your crap on me.
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HumorThis started off as me talking about my depression and then just turned into something we can joke about. Vent away and if you want your vent to be in here just message me or leave a comment.
