I hate that I don't have the ambition or confidence to pursue my dream of being an illustrator. I hate that I can't really talk about it or any of my problems because, even in the making of this post, I want attention. I want people to see my art and compliment me. I hate that I don't understand how to actually get a job. I hate that my girlfriend's father and grandma belittle her all the time and make her feel worthless. I hate that the only thing I can think of doing now is posting this on this website.