Earth people are all the same

Growing up with abusive parents , who found nothing right about my art, that it was always demonic and evil, because of the use of symbols and exotic extraterrestrial characters. When i left , I thought society was better outside the premises of the home i lived in, outside the town, and outside the country.... but nope the grass is not greener on other other side, every day I have to face this bullshit. As if people enjoy and get pleasure of making me upset.... in the past I used to shed a lot of tears... now I use the word fuck a lot just to try and get rid of the pain and suffering, to deal with it and to defend myself...  yes deep down inside I am depressed and hurting.... but my face is dry, the tear ducts are empty and only gush when things get too much.

being born intersexed and having to live through life is challenging on its own, but all the other crap I have to deal with as well including the misinterpretation of my artwork and then the rejection from ignorance.