/ic/ - Artwork/Critique

>>2779928
>post his work

Fuck it, why not. Here comes a blog post

He's polite, but behind closed doors I was his punching bag. He never said anything good about anyone, had an obsessive amount of resentment towards his stepsister, and complained that girls reject him due to his height and dick size (I didn't ask, he brought the subject up himself). He'd borrow money from me all the time.

He ripped on me a lot including my art, and not in the bantering way. Yet he'd come crawling into my arms sobbing with TEARS IN HIS EYES when he bitched about what a bad artist he was. He was the epitome of tortured artist, pushing himself and grinding it which I admire but damn, nothing I said helped him when he wallowed in self pity. I stopped talking about art with him because it got nowhere, and then he started saying that I wasn't supportive and that I didn't care about him. Like bitch, really?

idk why I put up with his shit for so long. He started fights over everything. He installed a recorder in my car one night and listened to the conversation I had with a friend, and lost his shit when he found that I was planning on moving. I am surprised he didn't kill me right there and then.

He started throwing my shit out onto the streets and I was like fuck it, I am done. I left that night to a different town, slept in my car for a couple days. He sent emails begging me to come back and sent money to my bank for over a year since I left, even tho I never responded. It only stopped once I closed my bank account. He's attractive and hard working with a diverse portfolio, and he wouldn't have a problem getting girls if he wasn't completely fucked in the head. All his problems were in his head.