Nekomcandy

Hello every one!
I'm a little clumsy middle schooler. I have a serious problem with drawing hands. Every time I decide to draw hands they allways become so huge and make my the whole person look like an ape. My parents always try and help me I feel sorry for them because it's useless; I will aways end drawing up with huge hands.
I also feel sorry for my teachers. when they don't give me enough work I always put my hands on one of pencils and unknowingly draw on the page I'm suppose to do my work on.
I feel sorry for the people who decided to be my friends. I don't talk I draw. Drawing is my way of talking because, every time I talk it sounds like gibberish.
I feel sorry for my dad who hasn't seen me in about four years. I never built the courage to pick up the phone when he calls.
I'm just a girl who draws.
drawing saved me, it kept me from taking this life.
drawing made me popular with students, teachers, and strangers.
drawing is my everyting, and taking away the ability for me to draw. Is like taking away the ability from me to live.

Update: Who hurt me in middle school for me to write that paragraph?
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