I don't know why I feel alone sometimes, even when I'm not...

I just get that... day where I sit in my room, wondering why I feel sad, why I hurt inside..

maybe I should just shut up and stop whing, get off the floor and go make friends

...but what if they all hate me? what if deep down everyone has a hatred of me because they heard I did something bad?

fuck my social anxiety...

a quickie, did it in about 20 minutes, and no face cause I'm lazy

and yes, my art is bad and I do indeed feel bad