Not actually sorry about my taste in men at all.
"A Typical Artsy Sketchbook/Comic Diary Debut ('Fuck, I Hope This Isn't Some Kind Of A Rebound Thing')", ink on paper, 2015.
I've drunk too much and watched Steven Universe. / Square Mom says: / Remember to drink water. / And you do have a right to crave affection. // I haven't smoked for a month. // At the end of March there was a party and you smoked at least five cigarettes, prolonging your sickness for at least a week! / Fucking hips, why won't you lie!
Now that I have new pens, I can do a buttload of comics at all times! Yup, juuust comics. All day, every day. No other urgencies breathing in my neck currently. (Other than summerjob and graduation and stuff.)
