Sometimes I draw imaginary people, and I literally fall in love with my drawings. I spend time looking at it. It drives me crazy, I need to love an actual person. Well I should try to know people, make friends, blah blah. Fuck that, I can’t. I aint got the ability to. I need someone to love.
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Ha I spend a lot of time imagining I am the only person alive. I do make my own art though because I like to use my mind In a creative way, I don’t say I can feel love or any emotion at all, I suppose all I’ve ever felt is hallowed our fear. But I enjoy my art. If I felt I was in any way special or talented I’d probably enjoy it more, but as I know and has been pounded into my head since a wee lad, I am horrible, worthless and could never finish or succeed in anything. My work in this life is as a slave. I like to be alone. Talking is ok, but I don’t much enjoy making friends or spending time with others. Seems too forced, or especially when you can’t excuse yourself when they want to put their ideas in your head!
Can you post some of these drawings?
Sure. @t3r3z1pup1tr3 on instagram you can find some. Nothing special really, but hey everyone starts somewhere.