At this point..

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I now believe that no one cares about me anymore

I keep looking back and seeing so many signs telling me that I'm just no use. I'm useless to everybody, now.

No one even remembers who I am, anymore.

So many people forget about me.

Sometimes I'd imagine people just talking about me and probably be talking about how negative I am and how I'm just useless to everyone and everything.

Everyone is tired of me. They're tired of my excuses. They're tired of my "so-called-anxiety"

I mean, that's what I wanted. I wanted to be forgotten so others wouldn't have to worry about another useless soul in their life.

Then I look back at my art and tell myself that it just sucks. Everyone has been improving while my art is just rotting somewhere. It probably won't even matter someday.

I mean, look at this

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I mean, look at this

Then compare it to other artists

I shouldn't even call myself an artist because I lied to myself that I was good at drawing.

I'm horrible at it

Seriously, you guys can admit now

I know you're tired of every single excuse I make of being "depressed" and that's okay

Besides, it's not like you guys get to do anything for me (I'm not saying it as a rude way, I'd still appreciate everything you say or do)

Even I'm tired of myself. I hate everything I have ever made. I hate how every single person I loved is now gone because of me. I hate everything I do. I hate every single feature I have and I hate every single part of me that never even mattered

Then when I wake up tomorrow, everything's going to be the same. People pretending to feel pity for me, me pretending to enjoy my life, me having to draw depressing stuff and ending up writing a vent

Now I'm obnoxiously depressed.

I hate myself so much

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