Eh, 4th "Art"-Book.
If you're new, just wanna say that I really don't put much work into my art anymore and that it's just here for others to look at.
This book will probably be full of sketches. You were warned.
Art may cause:
constant eye...
They say drawing makes it easier to comprehend what happened. Apparently, it fucking doesn't.
I don't even wanna fucking live anymore. Humanity is crap and I don't wanna be part of it anymore.
Today in school, my lucky charm got stolen. Like, we have to leave our jackets outside of the classroom. Unattended. And I kept my lucky charm in my jacket. It's gone now. People are such despicable creatures. I hate them. I hate everything that could ever be considered bad about them.
It was something from someone dear to me, you know? And I won't ever get it back. It may just have been a D-Mark, but it was my treasure.
So, I've cried for like an hour at home (when I noticed it was gone) and drew this:
Deze afbeelding leeft onze inhoudsrichtlijnen niet na. Verwijder de afbeelding of upload een andere om verder te gaan met publiceren.
It's so cold in my room that I can't feel my feet or hands anymore but I don't even care at this point.
