living_chaos

'Ello - the name's Jimmy. I do draw, but a lot of the time it's just not good enough. And when it's decent, I have to take longer to make sure it looks good on the computer.

I'm not good at art. That's why I take so long to finally admit that I think it looks good. You know why? Well, because I'm always staring at all of you stuck-ups post. It looks fantastic, and all your memo will say is, "I know it sucks, but please comment anyway!" Or whatever.

Alex was brave enough to tell me to put up something she drew. I'm weak - I deleted all mine. But I have something that I will make a good piece of work. And it's hand drawn, too.

I have been emotionally abused since my tenth birthday. Mostly by what I thought was my best friend. It really sounds like I'm just complaining - and I'm sorry - but no one cares out here. As a matter of fact, my parents lecture me about how I like to keep to myself and who or what I can be, and even telling me what kind of people I can date, but then I tell them about my problems and they don't do squat about it.

Just mentioning, since people usually complain about me being 'moody' and babbling about things they don't care about. No one cares about me, my only real friend lives in Canada, no one listens, and no one understands.

I don't care if you think you understand - you don't.