Just art VENT: I read a good book, I cry. I try to draw, I cry. I look at other drawings, I cry. I wait for a single notification, I cry. The notification is a like, I cry. 1400+ likes, I cry. 4 likes, I cry. I didn't try, I cry. People like it, It's a lie. "You're a friend I can rely on.", If only you weren't dating someone. "I'm not as good as you! Please teach me!" I cry. "No! You're so much better than me!", That's a lie. I'm not a good as anyone. Is there something down my hallway? Is something over my bed sheets? Is someone watching me? Does someone like me? Does anyone like me? I can't read minds, hear my surroundings with headphones on, or see in the dark, I guess I'll never know..
