I hate this so much, so so so much. I just want to sit around and write amazing stories and paint pretty paintings and make silly drawings. I just want to feel like people apreciate me at least as half as much as I apreciate them, because I read a quote the other day that said "for all of you who have gone trough hell a thousand times, so someone else wouldn't have to" and I almost felt those words burning my skin, crawling inside of my heart; I felt the flames of those infernos I have gone trough, I felt the paths old tears have left on my cheeks. And I felt proud, I felt fucking proud of myself because I am still standing here, I have fell countless times, yes, but I always find my way to get back on my feet again, and I would go trough hell a million times again, because for the ones that I love, it's always worth it. It just breaks my heart to feel like no one would do the same for me, and I feel abandoned, and I feel like I should not be giving this much, am I worth going trough hell for? I would love to think so, but sadly, I don't feel like it's like that. I just want to stay here, and write my stories, and draw my dreams, and paint the sky, and maybe forget about this for a little while.