it turns out that everyone lives their lives better than me.

i feel horrible and value-less and wholly unloveable and completely forgettable and totally unemployable at the moment and i would really just like to cry and/or die because my book will be shitty and ridiculous and my illustration is a joke and graphic design is worthless and no one will ever care about any goddamn music that i make because it's not even that good and i've applied for millions of jobs and none of them come through and no one has ever been in love with me.

also, there are fleas invading my room and i have no money and i'm practically starving and for god's sake, life, will you just give me a fucking break for once and not set me up to fall even harder later??

HONESTLY.