I'm weak. The slightest inconvenience annoys me, and I lie to make myself feel good. I don't have artistic talent, I usually just trace over others' art. I'm not a person who works for a super big company at a a high-ranking position, I just wanted you to make me feel good. Yeah, I'm using you for my own benefits. And, when you don't do something I like, I become miserable. I'm useless, I can't even help you. When you feel down, I say I'm here for you, and then disappear. I can control it, but I convince myself not to. I'm weak.
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