I draw shit to keep down my murderous rage because apparently murder is illegal and that one time I thought the purge was real and I had a big mess on my hands.
I’m doing a thing these days where I get very self indulgent and super conceited and use me to draw stuff and lemme tell you something I’m having a baller time.
No matter how down I am, when someone says “want to go eat something?”, I feel dramatically better. It’s depressing the influence food has over my mood, but then again, someone can offer me food and I’ll feel better.