I'm in a bind, people. I think I'm losing my will to draw. A lot of crap has been telling me that I should stop... But idk. I see all of these other people that draw so well, then I look at mine and think "What's the point?" Sometimes I get inspired, though.
Yesterday I was in my room, which has no door so I've been using a dresser and a curtain to keep the children out of my room. I had been drawing earlier in the day and left my sketch pad on my bed. My room's a complete mess, btw. lol. Anyway, I think my mom or somebody called me and I left my room. A couple minutes later my little cousin comes into her mom's room with her even smaller sister holding stuff that came out of my bamboo plant. Turns out I had forgotten to close my "door" behind me. Daisy, the smallest cousin, had gone into my room and I guess she thought the glass beads I had in my vase were pretty or something, because she had poured all of the water in it out onto my bed, were my poor, unsuspecting, and innocent sketch pad got drenched. The poor thing never saw it coming.









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When the rain begins to fall, we feel our hearts lighten, and as the storm passes over, we see the light that will guide us home.
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~You see nothing but lines and scribbles, but I, I see a pasterpiece~
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When the rain begins to fall, we feel our hearts lighten, and as the storm passes over, we see the light that will guide us home.
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~You see nothing but lines and scribbles, but I, I see a pasterpiece~
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When the rain begins to fall, we feel our hearts lighten, and as the storm passes over, we see the light that will guide us home.
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