/lit/ - Literature

When I was 18 I met a cute girl who turned into a psycho overnight. She had BPD. It turned me off women entirely. Around the same time my best friend since childhood got a disgusting fat slob of a gf who he said had a "heart of gold". We went our seperate ways. He stuck with his gf, went through college, and got a job. I never went to college and decided that I would devote my life to art. My family tried their best to convince me I was on the wrong path. An aunt from England flew down and gave me the old "focus on getting a regular job and do art in your free time, or when you're above 30 and have settled down". I didn't listen to any of them. 11 years on I think getting into art was the best thing I ever did. I draw several hours every day, it's what I life for. My poor best friend who did things by the book tried to commit suicide last year. He feels he can't leave his pig gf because she will accuse him of rape if he does. Strange how things work out.