babyfoxhound

I'm so lonely. Nobody wants to talk to me. After all this time i don't want to talk to anyone anyway. But it's still lonely. All I have is my art. Which nobody wants to buy. I don't want to find any job, such a loser. Because it's itchy to get close to many people. All I have is my mind to accompany me. And I'm also delusional. I thought there is somewhere out there to go home to. I think there is a God that loves me. But I think the world is going to end soon. Or maybe just mine.