Amigos...

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Para os BR:

 Como eu postei esse desenho no Deviant, a descrição dele está em inglês, PORÉM está enorme...

E eu estou com uma enorme preguiça de traduzí-la também....

Então se alguém quiser ler... usa o google tradutor xDD

Mas fique tranquilo, quando eu tiver coragem de traduzir, eu irei. x)

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English:

This time, the description will be long...

... because, actually, this drawing is a confession.

You don't need to read if you don't want, but maybe it helps you to understand this drawing.

But first of all, I used her stock: PoisonDropStock -> [link]

... I don't know exactly how to start...

Well... this faceless guy is my friend in reality. I mean, I don't know him personally, I met him 4 years ago in a game.

He's a punk, with mohawk and an ear stretcher xD But he's a nice person. He's the only one of the game who still talks with me, after so many years, and so many happenings....

Hehe... He isn't only nice. He's fantastic. I can tell you that I love him. But NOT a homossexual love. I love him as if he were my brother, you know? A brother that I never had... he's my buddy.

I often hear people ask: "Do perfect people exist?"

Well... I never believed they existed... until I met him.

He makes the people like him in less than 5 minutes, he makes the girls (and even the boys xD) fall in love with him, less than 2 minutes. He gets everything he wants, without difficulty. He calls people's attention and they're fascinated by him. Everyone I know and knew him, always speak well of him. Always speak well of him...

He's smart, he's funny, he's friendly, he's handsome... he's THE guy.

But... as I love him... I hate him.

Yes. I hate.

He's my sickness, he's my pain, he's my despair, he's my failure...

... He's someone I'll never be...

You probably don't know (although I have already made a drawing about it), but I have Borderline Personality Disorder.

No... it's not depression. I'm not a depression person, yeah belive me.

The symptoms of Borderline just attack me when I'm sad. In other words, I'm not sad all day thinking about killing myself and I don't avoid people. THIS is a symptom of depression. Borderline is another thing. In fact, medically speaking it's worse than depression.

Do you know bullying? When someone humilates you all day... ok. Now imagine that "someone" is your own mind, and it humilates you and laugh at you only when you're sad, and you can't stop these thoughts, because you're sick.

Yeah... this is Borderline. But this is only one symptom.

I can't be pround of me, even if I wanted. I can't like my drawings, for me they're never good enough. I manipulate people, I feel bored of my life, and etc...

Yes, I have a big problem...

And now...

Now...

THIS PERFECT GUY CAME INTO MY LIFE, AND EVERY TIME I TALK TO HIM, I SEE HOW MY LIFE SUCKS!

And... it makes me sad... and it's getting worse...

It's getting very hard to talk with him. But I can't stop.....

... Jealousy? Maybe.

But I know... I'm getting madder by the minute.

But I can't stop...

... He's my buddy...

There's something very wrong with me...

I hate someone I love.