Crap now I gotta delete and re-upload my art now that I realized I've been submitting my work wrong the whole time 😭

He fucking left me dammit.

I'll get that fucking cunt. I know I can do better than this, I might be put in a bad situation now. But I know what to do years later, I'll show what I'm really made of.

I'm scared

I dunno what to do. I want to end it at this point, but I don't wanna. I'm scared. She fucking found out. I'm tired. I'm scared. Exhausted. I need someone to calm me down, but I don't wanna be annoying. I can't breathe right, help. I'm scared. I'm embarrassed.

I don't want to be sent to a mental hospital again.

I hate you, you old faggot. All you ever do was make my life miserable. You're too nosy, too picky, pushy, and never gave me a break. You'd only gave a damn shit when I cried and you didn't wanna look bad. You're a fucking cunt and I wish you have a stroke in the middle of class. I hate you, if I joined a different class I wouldn't think about stabbing myself like fucking meat. I hate you, old raunchy mantis bitch. Everyone in the class hates you, you won't even care if I faded into existence one day would you? You lack respect and empathy clown hog. I hate you I hate you so much.

I won't make it as an adult because of you. Because of your high as fuck standards. The bar is so high I can hang myself on it, I'll never be successful, I'll never be safe, and I'll never be an adult. I hope a hook gets caught in your throat and you choke on it.

Happy 2025. First post of the year. I'm not dead, but I sure feel like it. My life feels like its barley beginning yet I feel like it's ending. During this year I've filled with anger and frustration within my peers. I'm tired of old faggots telling my how to live my life. My body is tired of getting poisoned from thr junk I've been eating to cope with the shit conditions the people above me has set up. The bar is so high I might as well dig and live in the hole, just so I will trick myself thinking there is no standard. My life has been fucked from to back, I can't even enjoy a birthday without knowing my life will inevitably suck later on. There's this interesting collision between "I want to grow up faster to avoid this shit" and "I don't wanna get older because it will suck later". It's been 3 years since I've dealed with suicidal thoughts and I'm suprised I'm not dead at this point. My new years resolution is to not kill myself and that's a low bar. This week is gonna be the worst one in my life. All because that mantis bitch put me in a position I can't handle. I hate her, I wish her throat was slit, I fucking hate her. Anyway, to any of you reading this, wish me luck for this week. It's strange, I want to die but at the same time, I don't. To those who've been lookin at my art, thank you. This helps me feel a little bit encouraged, to keep going. I want to improve myself, I want to survive. I want to live. This week I won't be posting, I'll see you after this week.

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So the reason why I post two different versions of Hanna was due to her story.

(Btw this is gonna be long so strap up if youre interested. )

Hanna is a creative girl, she loves to craft outfits and one day she wants to become a fashion designer. Hanna is very particular about 1920s fashion, she'll often makes videos about her designs and crafts. While at an amateur level, she's very passionate about her work, and rather helpful to her peers. Hanna can be very funny at times and she's often interactive.

Not everything is fine and danty though, when she's under pressure she'll have to push her limits like eating less and staying up late to do work, school work that is. Due to all the school pressure she can get very nervous, and overthinks about her present actions. Even when she's suppose to relax she can't help but loose it and have a panic attack because of what her grades will be. It doesn't help that her classmates harass her for wearing such old fashion clothing, making sexist remarks such as "Women don't talk about their opinions remember?" Or "I wish we could go back to the old days where girls shut up"

With the combination of bullying and school work Hanna feels like she can't make anyone satisfied and thinks she's not good enough. Becoming insecure about her work and comparing her skills to others.With that in mind, Hanna likes to draw characters in a rubberhose style as escapism, the "Gray Hanna" is her insert and she can embrace herself in her art without worry.