Why does everyone but me get gift art for their birthday…
because you are unlikable and you blog sucks.
I’m starting to think you are right, no one cares about me. No one in my life likes me why do I even bother.
But still, fuck you.
Nobody wants to be part of your fucking pity party. You draw a drunk pony for a “creative outlet” and you still manage to fuck that up.
Does anyone care what this cunt has to say? Anyone agree with him, if so speak up now.
I will tell you why I fucking do this. I do this because I want to. NO OTHER REASON.