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June 4, 1992
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You know what grinds my gears? When you have to do something a specific way or the way someone told you to do it. Why can't people be more flexible? Sure their way seems the best way, but I want to do it MY way. I can never seem to make anyone happy with my art or writing. Because they ALWAYS expect it to be done a certain way. Nobody likes my art because there is something wrong with it. Like its: too sloppy or something drawn by a 5th grader. You know what? There are plenty of artists out there that have same level of skill as I do. And they make a fortune out of it. I have been constantly criticized about my work, and that ticks me off to the point where I just want to explode. And not just art, but everything I do. No matter what I do I can never seem to make people happy sometimes. I feel like: Why do I even try? What is my purpose in this world? Where do I fit in? I say: Up yours. I am going to draw and do other things however I like. And even if people do criticize about it, I'll take it into consideration, instead of more rage fuel. I am a unique individual who has struggled to fit in. I never fit in anywhere. I never found a place where I belonged. But you know what? A lot of times I feel like giving up on art, on fitting in, on existing. But then I remember, that I have a entire planet full of JERKS!! TO!! PROVE!! WRONG!!