What’s up bitches
I keep forgetting that I have a tumblr
I wish I was an accomplished artist.
I wish I was acknowledged by the people I respect and look up to.
I wish I was successful at the internet.
I wish my best friend didn’t hate me.
I’m depressed again
My tumblr is just like 5% art 25% reblogs and 75% whining.
Also I don’t remember which side the percent sign is supposed to be on.
Fuck, what is even my purpose in living, almost every friend I’ve ever had has fucking left me, I have no talents, no one can fucking stomach more than two minutes of any of my videos, the only thing I’ve ever really considered myself good at turns out in not good at at all. Why am I even still alive how has my dumbass not keeled over from forgetting to fucking breathe or something?