People will stare at my boobs, but very few will stare at my words. Why even have public entries? This is pointless. Why am I writing? I never studied writing. I'm a visual artist, I should be working in Photoshop or using up pens. When I make art I get harshly criticized. I can't win. Nothing is ever good enough for other people. My life is meaningless. I'm just some schizoaffective girl telling other schizoaffective people not to die when I don't even like living myself. I mean my life isn't bad or anything, I just have depressive moods.