I snapped the day after that. I couldn't take it anymore. He'd made too many promises that he didn't care enough to fulfil. I went home and asked him if he had friends who could give me an art job.

Because at one time he had advice for me - "Make lots of friends. I am good at making friends. I have friends who are younger and older than me. I have a ton of friends."

I basically called him out. He just smiled the type of smile stupid people smile when they think that they're smart.

"Ok, what field of art are you looking into?" I realized that he was asking me so that he could use my reply as gossip fodder. "Hey my son wants to go into this and that field! I know about it! What a good father I am for knowing things about my son!"

I told him nevermind. He came into my room, started talking. Looking all tired and all to gain sympathy. I started pointing out all the things he did/didn't do that pissed me off.

He denied or evaded them. Or just made up plain lies that I wasn't able to check or confirm. AND THEN CAME BACK WITH criticism of me, while he knew that I was extremely pissed off.

So I shouted him out of my room, refusing to trust anything he said. They were most likely lies.

He'd been taking me as an idiot and a dumbass for as long as I lived. He'd been gossiping behind my back, pointing out my mistakes to everyone and calling me stupid behind my back.

I was starting to realize that, but after that day...I made sure never to speak to him again.

He did try to offer me to study at the local art place, but that was because my sister had taken it and she'd never amounted to anything in art. Hell, I could draw rings around her.

He'd never given me the thing that I wished for - to study overseas. That was my wish ever since I started failing. Everyone I knew was studying overseas, either because of scholarships or parental funding.

I'm still nobody. But I'm saving up to study overseas myself. I've never gone overseas. My family didn't really ask me to go with them when they did, and I knew better to ask.

I've never had much fun. Either I was studying very inefficiently or running around to do something that never worked out.

Hopefully I can save enough to stay outside my country for a long while.

And no one in my family ever offered me any help I needed in the nine years I've been drawing anyway, so fuck them.

Well, long story as I said. Back to drawing.