I'm sooooooo done with this crap piece:

I just noticed i didn't sign it.... oh well, wasn't wirth it anyway.
Wanna see something i drew a few days ago?

Can't draw blood.

And digital art from today that i actually never meant to post:

What even is life anymore?

Whenever I'm sad i start grinning like an idiot and maybe even laugh. Is that a defensive mechanism?

I totally gave up on life just now. Watch me talk random shit the rest of this book.