I hate my life.

Lately, I feel like nothing satisfies me. I draw well, but I don't like it. All my efforts are just a hobby for me for a while. I'll be cleaning up tomorrow and suddenly something will be better from it. I'm allergic to who knows what. I just want to rest and do nothing, but my body thinks otherwise. I always do everything I didn't expect. I can start taking pictures of my face at any stupid moment, considering myself beautiful. I'm tired of these attempts to satisfy myself and my depressed state. I have to find a way and sit in a group of plush toys.