As the title says, it's also twenty four days before I finally turn 19!
But as depressed and emo as I am, I'm not anyway happy about the upcoming event of my life.
You know, one year closer to my death is nothing to be happy about, especially when I haven't done anything that I can say is worthy.
Yea, I do art. But I'm still learning, especially in blending colors. Get a proper education? I really wish. But my parents don't earn enough money to fulfill that and send me to college, now that I dropped out of my former university. I studied Biology there instead of art because I initially thought I wanted to be a doctor.
Then things went downhil