What else would you do? The last person you trusted played mind games on you, talked on your back and threw countless hurtful words? No friends, stressful home, stressful work... I have my pen, markers and charcoals to provide me the freedom of expression I needed. I was drawing since I was 3.
Where else would I have gone to?
Here, in my own personally crafted universe. No iPhones, no iPads, no Macbooks. No callers. No fat bipolar mind-playing boys who claim they are helpless but uses you as pawn...
Away from you! I will begin with a line from top to bottom...
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