No art today.

I just need to vent.

I'm not sure why life is too cruel and why I'm so freaking weak.

I can't go up against someone that calls me an art thief.

I'm not. In my books I put not my art but they keep saying that I stole it.

I don't know.

I'm weak, useless, pathetic. The list goes on.

However people don't care. I just want to be happy or something but I cant with being called thief.

If your asking what I'm doing now, I'm on the floor, crying and debating of leaving or something