I didn’t know what I was doing, but this was something I did at 5 in the morning… I didn’t know what I was doing, but this was something I did at 5 in the morning…

I didn’t know what I was doing, but this was something I did at 5 in the morning…

Sketching from pictures, it’s hard to focus myself unless it’s 5am. Sketching from pictures, it’s hard to focus myself unless it’s 5am.

why

I wonder why a lot of the time, like why certain things happened or why people choose to lie, or why people lie to themselves, or why this person did or didn’t do this thing, ect. But the sad thing about asking why is that most of the time you’ll never get the answer. Especially to the big, generic why’s, like why was I born or why am I suffering, or did I deserve this. I’m not saying I’m suffering or anything, it just makes me sad to think that people will always have these questions, and self-deprication because of their doubts, and people always blaming themselves for the why’s, and I still do that too. And no one will ever get an answer. Maybe there aren’t any, or people don’t care enough to answer the reasons why they did something to another person. It’s sad to live in ambiguity though. It haunts you.

picters :) picters :)

I’m sad that sometimes I feel worthless

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