Yesterday I felt absolutely fine (maybe it's because I took 3 pills of sedative at once)! But my desire to draw has not disappeared, you are right, I need to pour out all my fortune on drawings.
I am still tormented by the question about the psychologist. I haven't visited him yet, after all... What should I say? Do I have to tell him everything? "Hello, I'm a little girl. I like to paint. And also I love cruelty and I don't control my anger." My God, I'll probably be deprived of everything - the Internet, drawing (but I think I need to distance myself from the news that bothered me).
But you know what? It's not over yet! Huh, did you tell anyone besides your friends that I would get better and people would bow down to me? Believe me, when this happens, I will bless everyone, all of you! I'm going to be a damn better person!