I hate how people assume that because I draw "Cute" Stuff, I disregard the evil in the world and think I am victimized.
I hate how they think that I only draw it for popularity
I hate how people come to me and ask how did I get through all the pain of being hurt, and I have nothing to say.
I hate how people assume I am mean and think highly of myself because I am easily hurt and need to vent.
I hate that people will read this and laugh.
I hate how the people I thought were going to be my friends, don't come to me and tell me they have a problem with me, and before I know it, I am staring at a screen of slander on my name.
I hate how they disregard what I may have been through, not even caring that I am a person.
How they laugh behind my back, when they don't even know my name.
I hate that I love something that hurts me so much,
I hate that I am scared people will no longer buy my art, and in the end I won't have money for food.
I hate how that my escape from the world is an ugly place