Funny thing is that I am self aware enough to know I ruined whatever I wanted to do. I just don’t care that much about it, nothing I can do about it now so… Fuck it.
Finally am getting post about killing yourself in my for you.
And I’m not getting those shitty ass emails about the company supposedly being concerned about me killing myself
I’ll never learn to draw because I don’t want to associate with any artist ever in my god forsaken life, online or otherwise.
I don’t want to talk to you motherfuckers anymore. I’m tired of it.
If my dumb ass ever does draw stupid little pictures again, I’m never sharing it with a motherfucker ever in my life.
Not on any social media, not with my dumb fucking family, just between me and God.
When is the fucking World Cup ending? I just wanna know because I don’t care about sports at all.
I lack the courage to buy a gun and kill myself in front of my mother.
I’m talking about some dumb shit from three years ago, and the motherfucker who won’t talk to me anymore left here.
I can’t let shit go, can’t talk about it anyone though. Or else I will get talked down to for it.
Fuck you twitter, I’m not verifying this account. I don’t post this shit for money, I do it for the love of the game.
Fucking dumb fucking retarded ass company.
I dunno, I just say shit when I’m mad. When you are mad it doesn’t matter what you say sometimes. I just say stuff to piss people off if I get mad enough.
Funny thing is that when I freaked out about one dumb comment, it wasn’t me crashing out about that in particular that disturbed people.
It was probably me saying the person who left the comment called black people the N word with a hard ER.
I dunno.
If I was actually good at any creative field and got into a disagreement it’s me telling the person to kill themselves or me saying I will kill them.
I’m not going to talk to anybody in good faith anymore about anything.