Some of you may have noticed that I've been.....inactive... on Wattpad for a while.

And um- well- there's a reason for that.

Recently, an artist I really looked up to looked through my sketchbook without permission (and without my knowledge whatsoever)

And, they actually went up to me and asked me this.
"Do you only draw those....those girls?" And the said it with such...disgust, so to say... That I was angry.

So angry in fact that I felt empty afterwards, and tried to draw my friends psychopathic character that she asked me to draw.

I tried. And I tried. And I tried.

The bloodier the better.

The more painful the more it relieved.

The more I let my emotions free.

But every time I tried to draw her,

I just couldn't. I got frustrated.

So I drew something else.

I drew Dallas, then I drew myself.

And what saddens me, is that I actually like these better, and yet,

I hate that I drew them.