Baka
Member
- Aug 14, 2026
- 28
All I do is draw. I can't do anything else but draw. I keep waiting for a so called "right" time to kill myself, but would a right moment ever exist? No matter when it is I do it, it'll hurt or bother someone. Do I just fear the unknown without realizing I'm afraid. Who am I making excuses for.
If I just keep improving myself, will I be someone worthy of living? If I just keep doing what everyone else does, will I one day find the joy of being human?
So many people think I'm talented, though I'm not very interesting. Mediocrity. I play instruments, I draw, I dress I guess uniquely, make music. I'm lacking. I want to improve but no matter how far I go, I'm not enough. "Love yourself," but what's the point of a lonely existence where affection only comes from me? I want to be irreplaceable. Impressive. Desirable. These stupid wants is what keeps me trapped. I miss him.
I'm sorry. Just complaining.
If I just keep improving myself, will I be someone worthy of living? If I just keep doing what everyone else does, will I one day find the joy of being human?
So many people think I'm talented, though I'm not very interesting. Mediocrity. I play instruments, I draw, I dress I guess uniquely, make music. I'm lacking. I want to improve but no matter how far I go, I'm not enough. "Love yourself," but what's the point of a lonely existence where affection only comes from me? I want to be irreplaceable. Impressive. Desirable. These stupid wants is what keeps me trapped. I miss him.
I'm sorry. Just complaining.
