I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, no this isnt the first time I've come to realize this either. However, lately things have gotten so bad that I've not had a way to escape. Even drawing doesnt help. I think about drawing but for what purpose? A small amount of euphoria that's quickly sucked away by my pathetic existance? What's the point? I've tried to make amends with a few friends but they either want me to suffer for what I've done or simply want nothing to do with me. I deserve it. Dont really know what to do anymore.