Okay. So my emotions have been going on a dangerous rollercoaster. Why, you may ask? Oh, well, MAYBE it's because of, say, artist's block, almost losing a friend, losing your motivation to draw, being sleep deprived, and your first car accident. Well, let's see. Why don't all the smartasses come over here, and yell at me that my life isn't bad? Haha- no. Let's say you're younger than most of media, you have low grades, your art is horrible, and a person calls you and your friends, "shithead assholes"?
I don't want to hear any longass explaination. I don't want sympathy. I don't want anything. I just wish I was a better person. As if puberty hadn't screwed me over enough. And then we have those arrogant jerks who waste their time spitting on those whose lives are worse, like mine. I wish there was actually someone who cared and took me seriously on here. I excuse Salty.Potatoe and minkie fury, though.
I don't know if I can take this everyday. I don't know if I want to be on media anymore. I sacrifice hours of sleep for my followers and friends. I dedicate my time to spend time with them. I don't know if I want to always need my phone to reply and like things. I could always leave Amino and Wattpad, which I'm contemplating, but I know lots of people would miss me.
But sometimes, my need is better than yours. Yes, it sounds selfish, but I was raised to put my life above all others. Right now, I'm really feeling deprived of happiness and energy. I'm just typing this so you guys can understand. If you read through this, you get a "Thank you" on your profile. If you skipped through this, not caring at all, then you get nothing, but disappointment.
Cali, out. 😥
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