For those who read my other book before today, let me explain my purpose.
I felt like I needed some thing else to do, somewhere that I can be myself. I don't know how else to chase my boredom away. I'll just dump my feelings into it, whatever I need to do. It might like spilling the truth, only much easier on the emotions or pain.
Here I'll dump the pictures I've drawn out of boredom; whether or I've colored them in or not, ideas, among other random things. Who knows?
YOU ARE READING
My Junk Book
LosoweC'mon. Its pretty self-explanatory. Does someone like me really need to explain this to you? I'll probably change the cover from time to time, depending on my mood.
