I wish I’d been a teen idle; Wish I’d been a prom queen fighting for the title, instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible. Feeling super suicidal. The wasted years, the wasted youth, the pretty lies, the ugly truth. And the day has come where I have died only to find I’ve come alive.
Today…
Black is beautiful.
Work in progress.
Random shit on a page..
A little lopsided but whatever.
Teaching myself how to draw.