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WHY IS IT THAT WHENEVER I TRY TO PURSUE ART IN ANY FORM OR FASHION, IT ONLY REMINDS ME SO MUCH OF WHY I FUCKING QUIT IT IN THE FIRST PLACE?
I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING, I BASICALLY SUCK AT IT, AND THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT AND NO FUCKING WAY I'M GOING TO GET THREE GODDAMN LAME ASS PROJECTS AND A PAPER WRITTEN BY GODDAMN VALENTINES DAY. I DON'T EVEN WANT TO GO INTO GODDAMN GRAPHIC DESIGN. I WANT TO DO FUCKING CARTOONS, BUT OF COURSE THAT'S NOT A FUCKING REAL ART FORM SO THE GODDAMN COLLEGE OFFERS NOTHING IN IT AND FUCK KNOWS I'M NEVER GOING TO GET A JOB BECAUSE I HATE EVERYTHING SO MUCH.
WHY IS LIFE SO FUCKED AND WHY DO I HAVE NO MARKETABLE SKILLS AND NO IOTA OF SANITY.
FUCK THIS. FUCK ART. FUCK THE FUTURE.
P.S. Dear World,
STOP SENDING ME MOTHERFUCKING TEXT MESSAGES UNTIL YOU WANT TO PAY MY FUCKING PHONE BILL EVERY FUCKING MONTH.
I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING, I BASICALLY SUCK AT IT, AND THERE'S NOTHING I CAN DO ABOUT IT AND NO FUCKING WAY I'M GOING TO GET THREE GODDAMN LAME ASS PROJECTS AND A PAPER WRITTEN BY GODDAMN VALENTINES DAY. I DON'T EVEN WANT TO GO INTO GODDAMN GRAPHIC DESIGN. I WANT TO DO FUCKING CARTOONS, BUT OF COURSE THAT'S NOT A FUCKING REAL ART FORM SO THE GODDAMN COLLEGE OFFERS NOTHING IN IT AND FUCK KNOWS I'M NEVER GOING TO GET A JOB BECAUSE I HATE EVERYTHING SO MUCH.
WHY IS LIFE SO FUCKED AND WHY DO I HAVE NO MARKETABLE SKILLS AND NO IOTA OF SANITY.
FUCK THIS. FUCK ART. FUCK THE FUTURE.
P.S. Dear World,
STOP SENDING ME MOTHERFUCKING TEXT MESSAGES UNTIL YOU WANT TO PAY MY FUCKING PHONE BILL EVERY FUCKING MONTH.