I'm sorry, everyone... The 100-follower project… it wasn’t what it should’ve been. I know you expected something better. I did too. But I was tired. I was lost. Lately, I’ve been losing interest in the one thing that used to make me feel alive, drawing. I haven’t been sleeping. I’ve stopped caring about school, about almost everything. And then I found out one of my family members was in the hospital because of a brain bleed. I felt like the ground fell out from under me. I wanted to keep going, but everything just… stopped. Some people might think this sounds dramatic or stupid, but I just wanted to say this. I’m sorry. I’ve failed to be what I wanted to be for you guys. I wanted to make you smile. I wanted to make you laugh. But how can I do that when I can barely make myself smile anymore? Everything I do is wrong. Like I’m falling apart and no one really sees it. I wanted this project to mean something. I wanted it to show you how much you mean to me. But it didn’t. And I hate that. I don’t know when things will get better. I don’t even know if they will. But I just wanted you to know… I care about you. Every single one of you. You’ve given me more love and support than I ever thought I’d deserve. I’m sorry if I let you down. I’m sorry for not being enough. I just… I’m sorry.
