This is a very old book I ended a while ago,the art,character concept's,and just about everything in this book is very,very,very cringey,but I did improve a lot in it. You have been warned.
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im not done drawing it,and im not going to continur,anyway here that poem:
What's life's goal,to tear away my pride? Or take away my self esteem? To put me in shackles,that everyone says are created by me? What shall I do? End this suffering painfully? Or live out life miserably? In the shackles,that claim to be created by me? In this emotional prison?
Nothing's better then sitting in the house right? I mean,I have almost no friends Irl,and the ones I usually hang with don't want me around. And,in every group chat I'm ignored. There's only like,one person that ever wants to rp with me,so I guess not that many people like me,anyways I have nothing better to do,so I guess I'll be here,but I'm ending this chapter,bye guys.
