The date is Sunday 4th March 2018. I date everything. It's a habit. I can't help it. I'm sorry. Everything is named and dated with my email, class and teacher and subject too cus I lose things and want it back and my french teacher once made us stick everything into our books in chronological order but it wasn't dated and I'm traumatised. So there will be a date on everything.
Ugh. I have a tendency to lose things and I'm sure you can relate unless you're a god or something. Idk your life.
Anyway, because I have a tendency to lose things, I make safe guards. This is one of those. I'm just digitalising my crap art so I can, hopefully, laugh about it later.
Idk what I intend to do with this. God help you if you lay eyes on it. It's really bad guys. You have been warned. I procrastinate a lot too.
So just expect nothing and then a whole bunch. Yeah. Idk. Do whatever you want. Who am I to tell you what to expect.
I've put this is non-fiction because I actually am this bad. I haven't made this up. This is actual art I made and it's actually this bad in real life.
One more thing. I curse like a sailor. Imma try to keep it on the down low but it slips out sometimes and this is more for me than for you so uhh.....swearing.
Prepare thyself.
YOU ARE READING
Idk man. Art, I guess.
Non-FictionYo here's my crap art. I just want it in one place cus I have a tendency to lose things. You could only call this art because art is defined by authorial intent and audience reaction (that's my definition not an actual definition) and, as the author...
