i was 12 when i got into the hobby of graphics and making covers, i didn't know what i was doing and i always looked up to my fellow members as an inspiration.
i'm glad i saw progress in my work but i'm devastated i slowly stopped with graphic editing when school started again.
talking to my wattpad friends became the highlight of days and i remember getting teased about bugs chasing me, also my ultimate fear triggers the violent tendency i have of using ANYTHING as a weapon.
and by that resorted to throwing chairs to kill tiny flying devils named cockroaches.
