/sigh. Only Tuesday. I want the weekend to come faster.
Man, I feel so stressed. And I'm listening to a lot of beautiful songs/music that's really making me depressed.
I feel like a deprived child. I mean...I really want to take art lessons. I've been begging my mom for several years now. I had the same goal from the start. I knew what I wanted to do in the future. Now...I'm not so sure anymore. I feel like it's too late to start taking lessons. If I wanted to be successful, then I was supposed to do it like RIGHT AFTER I'M BORN----like those fucking prodigies. My mom..UGH. She doesn't understand. I should just quit art.
I'm starting to get intimidated. I'll never be good enough. FUCK MY LIFE. FUCKFUCKFUCK. Why so I feel like I'm carrying such a big burden?
...Probably 'cause I'm fucking alive. I never asked to be born. I should just die. Nothing can help me get over insecurity and regret.
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