Because reality is just s*it. XD
I can't love, nor that I'm loved, and manga and novels, and whatever I watched and listened is my source of life (and love). (For some weird reason I started to teared up. Today is not a good day. I'm sorry)
Being a mangaka is what I've been dreaming for a longest time, and at some point i just got crushed to the point I don't know anymore and just didn't give a s*it about life and my surrounding (I'm still the way I am today).
So when I found out that I can publish (stuff) online (found wattpad and then tapas, eventually), I started to do what I can do, but at some point rl keep pushing me down and I kept on avoiding doing what I love the most (since this is the only thing I can love).
I started to get off topic, but I just do what I do to show what I feel and gave the world a pieces of my mind and imagination (thought my ideas consisted of very dark topic and stuff[?]), and, well, actually I don't know.
Just there to be remembered, I guess.