Lately I have felt a lot of hatred and resentment, I have felt selfish, arrogant, proud. I got to the point that I do not even want people to talk to me because I do not want to feel like I owe anything

Hello again, it's me, the guy who spoke his alter ego yesterday every day is closer but my birthday and the only thing I want is to be able to die in peace and that all stop fucking me or at least stop

Hello, I wake up every day to survive, knowing that the only thing I have sane is to write and draw. Even though I'm not entirely alone, I have my second self He hates me and there is no day he does not