It's easy to be happy!

These past few days I've been disappointed, disgusted, and even suspicious of some people. Not just anyone, but the "poor things." The people who promise to kill themselves, the people who promise to harm themselves because they think it will fix everything. I know life isn't easy for anyone. But throwing that out on the internet in search of shallow attention is dubious. The worst part is that it leads to nothing: the same person is happy again as if nothing happened, and that deeply irritates me. This silences the people who are really going through something. In the end, it was all just a big "clickbait." It's even a little funny to see someone making art referencing suicide, or doing polls asking if they should go out or not. "Poor things! They need your attention. If you don't do it, it's because you're an imbecile who hates them." Why does this happen? It's all a big false empathy, without wanting to know the real context. "Why are you saying that? You haven't even been through what they've been through!" I've already lost my grandmother, my brother, my friends... and the people who should support me are the same ones who humiliate me for who I am. And guess what? I'm not here to threaten myself, I'm not here to make others worry. (If you have at least a 1 IQ, you know this isn't a dig). I'm here to show what I can do, what I was born to do: improve every day! To draw! That's why it's easy to be happy: you find yourself in your own talents and, in the end, you put an end to life.

Diogo arts-