Braindead.

i feel braindead.
they say things about me and they aren't even right.
they don't even know me.
And those people, people i really trust, forget me.
things happen, that i knew they would happen one day.
and now they're here.
these things. these people.

standing in front of me, figting against me.
i can't move. they're in my way.
won't let me go my way.
hate my art. hate everything i do.
trying to make me hated. trying to get me away.
but the worst thing that could happen is
they are successful.
they have reached their aim.
i wonder how it would be
when they would never be here.
people would think different.
But problems are all over the world.
we can't get away from it. maybe we should just live with it.

Hug the people who hate you. That makes them unmovable.
Smile at them. That makes them angry inside.
Live with them. That makes them to give up.
And when they're gone, next people will come into ur life. And they will be problems, again.
But they make u strong. And when they're comming, you know what to do.

Hug them. Smile at them. Live with them.


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my self-therapy c:

drawn with tablet.