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i was a child prodigy.

art was always my calling. i've been drawing as long as i can remember. i was praised. i won awards. i was important.

but after a while, life gets to you. depression, self harm, abusive relationships, romantic and familial. i still drew, but it wasn't as beautiful as it used to be.

my plan after high school was to take a year then go. ends up i was forced to go right after. i finished one year. one year and i never went back. if i had stuck with it, i would be graduating this year. i'd have something in place by now. instead i'm stuck at a retail job where i'm berated by customers everyday.

i could have been something. i could of been someone to remember. now i'm stuck in the mistakes in my past with no will to move on, let alone live. i remember what my sisters used to say. i remember their sneers.

"you'll never be anything. you're just a failure."

i remember they're right. i remember why i gave up in the first place.

i'm simply waiting for death at this point. i'm ready to die.