Im going to put this in a guilt… But I wish I had the courage to die. I wish I could just down my sleeping pills and slit my wrist wide open with out looking back… Im a artist who just thinks lowley of their own art… Sometimes I think what Im doing is in vain… I always wanted to work at a big name company as their illustraitor. But is it a childs dream? Am I working hard for nothing? Another thing is that my friends… or well, people who I call friends barley even talk to me and I always think im a pest or a nuisence to them. I also feel like a failure of a child to my own father. I thought me almost graduating collage would make him proud but am I? Hes always liked my two cousins better… Even though they are so… fing selfish… Maybe one day ill gather up courage and just kill my self. The world doesnt need anymore pathetic people like me.