No art today.
I just need to vent.
I'm not sure why life is too cruel and why I'm so freaking weak.
I can't go up against someone that calls me an art thief.
I'm not. In my books I put not my art but they keep saying that I stole it.
I don't know.
I'm weak, useless, pathetic. The list goes on.
However people don't care. I just want to be happy or something but I cant with being called thief.
If your asking what I'm doing now, I'm on the floor, crying and debating of leaving or something
