I was so so proud of that I thought it was my best.
CRINGING.
MORE CRINGING.
NOW I'M JUST CRYING. SHE DOESN'T HAVE A NECK.
GREAT NOW I'M CRINGING AND CRYING.
WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS THAT?
OH LOOK IT'S MY VOCALOID OBSESSION.
MY PHONE IS ON 7% THE BAD ART IS EVEN KILLING MY PHONE.
Here marks the closing months of 4th grade. Everyone else starting drawing and were so much better than me that I was eager to impress them and be good so I tried harder.
Me looking at these drawings.
I actually think this one is cute.
And I traced that one. I'm sure you can tell.
THAT'S IT! WE'RE DONE! NO MORE BAD ART! NO MORE OLD ART!