In the shadows I stand, trying to pull the knife out of my chest.. Having to care for the whole world, but nat having it paid back.. Thinking to myself: Can I end this, here? Now before they break me down.. far too low than I can already handle... Yet refusing to cry as a new knife is placed each day, each hour, each minute, each sec, by each breathe... It gets harder to breath, harder to live.. Tell me now.. What do I have to live for, before it's going.. To an end

I'm trying my best to catch the wished attention, since noone seems to give it to me.. Well.. Thanks. ._.'

Rinny? You depressive?
Yes
Why?
You don't care anyway.. Why should I tell?
Because.. I really like to know..
So you can do what? Comfort me? Or make fun of me behind my back? No thanks.. I think I keep this to myself.. Since I'd be the only trustworthy thing in here. You just want me to tells o that I'd have to care about you, though you're not caring for me at all.. That's not fair.. And I'm never doing that mistake again.. Never... Not in this life.. No more..

Omg.. sorry.. I know I know... We don't have the right to rant cause we have the BEST life in the whole world.. That's probably why I'm depressive.. lol so funny, don't you think?

If you haven't noticed, then yes.. This is vent art.. It's my vent... So don't even pretend to know what I mean.. Or how I feel.. I don't wanna hear it.. If this pulls your mood down.. Too bad..

My artwork is. oh my god, not for you. It's not there for you to be cheered up by or to be happy about, it's there for me to express myself and express the pain and the way I feel..

Don't like, don't comment.
Simple as that.