Just

*buries head in pillow*

So there's this guy. And I have a crush on him. Which is bad. Because my sister told him this like two years ago. And so...yeah.

SO there's this other guy. And he's sweet and nice and likes hunting and the Andy Griffith show and Leave it to Beaver and all that stuff. And it's overly obvious that he likes me. Like he takes every moment he gets to talk to me, I read his school reports, and he does stuff to impress me. And he's sweet but, I don't like him.

AND THEN there's this other other guy who teases me for liking the other guy and the guy I like and steals my stuff and annoys me and wants to be with me 24/7. I hate him with a passion.

AND I JUST

I was so close to exploding on Monday because they're both trying to get my attention and I'm just trying to listen to the guy I like play piano and just rEAD MY NICE BOOK

But then the other guy goes home.

OH NO IM NOT DONE YET

The other guy sTeALS MY DOODLE BOOK THAT MY SISTER DRAWS IN AND FLIPS THROUGH MY PONY AND ANIME DOODLES AND MY SISTER'S ATTEMPTS TO MATCH MY ART STYLE AND HE MAKES FUN OF THEM

THERES GOES MY SMALL AMOUNT OF SELF CONFIDENCE I HAD IN MY ART

AND THE GUY I LIKE JUST IGNORES MY SCREAMING AND PLAYS PIANO AS I RUN AROUND CHASING A SEVENTH GRADER  WHOS INVADING MY PERSONAL BOUNDARIES

UGH

Then I went home and had a mental breakdown. And I haven't drawn anything since then.