i am a very miserable person and drawing is a headache

furthermore, i lack the ability to sit down and learn to draw better because my brain is just so out of it these days

a lot of the time it feels as though i'm not allowed to have what i want/need, as if the universe wishes me to be this way; destined to be miserable

i wish i could be more than my pain, because at this point-- without it-- i'm pretty much nothing

an icon of misery, i suppose

whatever