I’m into drawing, and drawing is my thing. One day I had a idea of making a video game, I don’t know how to code, but hope to when I get to college. I just drew the ideas, the name, bosses, character, battle design, art style, etc. One day I came back home and couldn’t find the pile of paper. The papers had about 190 pages of the game idea. I tried looking for it, but couldn’t find it. So then I asked my sister where it was since she always grabs my papers to draw or ruin my art. She said that my dad took the papers, ripped them, and threw them away. I was shocked and mad. But since I didn’t want to cause a drama… I cried in my pillow. I’m still crying. Keep in mind that I’ve been doing this idea for 2 weeks, I wasn’t eating as much, i was getting less sleep because I was staying up late just to finish. I’m beginning to lose hope, all of my long work project. Gone. I was going to keep it so when I know how to code, I can see what a made. I stopped talking to my dad and have been getting sadder… my dad even asked what was wrong. I just stayed quiet. He is getting worried. But idc. I’m giving up on my game idea. Why should I work on something that’s pointless. I should just be a fucking retail worker till the day I die. I’m done with my imagination, because every just KEEPS GETTING IN THE FUCKING SHIT PILE! WHY!! DO I HAVE A REASON TO LIVE!? OR AM I A PEICE OF SHIT!? I’m done WITH MY DRAWINGS! IM NOT GOING TO DRAW ANYTHING ANY MORE!!!!!