My day has been absolute trash today…first day back from being sick with the flu and a sinus infection, so I’m already miserable. I can’t take my art class because of all the annoying freshmen…one of them stole and energy drink from my bag and I had a complete breakdown and panic because I didn’t know what I would do, my pre college math class has the most confusing way to add negative numbers to positive numbers, I have several pieces of homework I need to do, and it was super hot today and I had to walk home (2+ miles in 90 degree weather, I’m in the U.S so Fahrenheit) got home, exhausted and aching, almost no food in the hose and my allergies are acting up

Every time I try to post on this site I’m reminded that I’m not really that special. It doesn’t matter who I impress with painting murals, I’ll never feel enough, no one takes me seriously, I feel alone and upset, I want to go back to so cal (southern California) so badly I miss my friends and I miss everyone I wish I was back home

Even the most low effort posts in this site blow up because they’re by a popular artist, and it makes me just wanna quit…

I hate Reno so much, I hate it. It’s too hot and too cold and my boyfriend broke up with me two days after I moved up here, and even though I’ve been here for 6 months, I don’t feel comfortable here, I miss the ocean

I want to be popular like honeypot and red hoodie, but I can’t, because the voice in my head tells me my art isn’t like theirs it’s not worth being popular, this stupid site has changed and died… want to cry…I don’t have a job, I don’t have a drivers license…I’m a junior in highschool and I’m a goddamn laughing stock

I hate how glazed kakyoin is, he had nothing in stardust crusaders, I hate JotaKak, it’s weird, I hate me, I shouldn’t get opinions, I hate how jealous I get of people who get more praise than me, I hate how I was treated like a dog by my dad as a kid, I hated his girlfriend, I hated that he cheated on my mom, I hate how I had to leave for visitation, I miss my stuffed cat, I miss when I wasn’t so stressed out

I want to be treated like a 16 year old, and my parents won’t because I can’t wake up at 5:30 am to catch a damn bus. It’s not a problem for my peers because they have a car, and a parent to drive them to school, and I hate everyone, I hate the way I feel blissfully suicidal everyone I enter my art class

Everytime*

I GOT SO LONELY THAT I MADE A JOTARO CARDBOARD CUTOUt OVER THE SUMMER.