A friend asked me yesterday why I always draw cartoonish characters. My answer is the only way I could verbalize my thoughts: I always think of cartoons as being innocent and sweet and child-like. I miss that innocence of childhood. I want to do my best to give happiness to everyone I can.
My school had a student pass away Saturday. From what I have been hearing from her close friends, she ended her own life.
When I was 14, my best friend committed suicide. She was 15. She did not talk to anyone about it. She just let it consume her. She didn’t ask for help.
As someone who dealt with a lot of horrible stuff at home, I could understand where she was coming from, but her death (on top of everything else) put me in a very bad spot. I call it the “dark times.”
A lot of my depression stemmed from my past. Now that I realize that pleasing others is something that I can never do.