My poor Icy Bab
I take out all of my anger and such out through Solstice. He mirrors what I feel and I love him so terribly he is precious and I am sorry for giving him such a poopy life...
But he makes me feel better. Because his story is so well thought-out and tended to I must draw all the art of him. No matter how sad it is...

I had a really bad day at school so I drew him with all my angry in art class. I drew what i felt and for a moment, I was Solstice while i wrote those scratchy words on the page.
When I finished him, I wasn't upset anymore.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: AzTruyen.Top