Lakecraft

Also, sorry for being incredibly inactive. As you can probably guess, I've been prioritising my mental health over continuing to be a people-pleaser. From now on, whenever I make art, I will make what I want to make, not what others want. There'll be a lot of stories I discontinue, and there'll be a lot that I simply don't have time for.

Okay so apparently - according to my parents anyways - I am not allowed to feel sad. I am not allowed to feel angry or tired or stressed. I'm not allowed to express my emotions in any way shape or form without causing their stress even though I never had anything to do with what they are stressed about anyways and they are my parents. 
          
          Everything in children's psychology says that the child should not be made to feel like they are responsible for both their own and their parents' wellbeing, in fact, it should be the other way around. 
          
          All last week I have been sick and now I have to catch up with everything and important assessment files have deleted themselves.
          
          I messed up a performance today in band and I am constantly beating myself up over it because I got stage fright and I could have - should have - done better.
          
          And I've had a severe lack of motivation to continue for as long as I can remember.
          
          All of this stress on a mere child and they expect me to be responsible for my own emotions and their's in addition to that. 
          
          If they didn't want to put up with the responsibilities that follow having a child, maybe they shouldn't have decided to have me. I would have preferred it that way anyways. Try to change my mind, I dare you.

The birds are chirping so loud. Who needs sleep anyways?

That’s actually kinda sad.

GHOST’s new song Appetite of a People-Pleaser came out last month.
          
          I have never related to a song so much before in my life.

The other day, I forgot how to walk properly in the middle of a shopping mall. 
          
          Please end me.

Yeah it’s currently 4:06am and I feel like crying myself to sleep for absolutely no reason whatsoever.
          
          And because I’ll never be a stereotypical human being. Rip

I’m trying to be relatable and miserably failing.
          
          Anyone else relate?

Me: What is wrong with me?
          
          Also Me: Everything. 

Man I am such a nerd. Also, how would that help with my current situation?