The Road Less Traveled

"Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt." - Kurt Vonnegut

I spend my days drawing whatever comes to mind and being surrounded by people who usually find their way into those drawings.

These are my stories.
  • Sister: What do you want for your birthday?
  • Me: JUSTICE
  • Sister: Well, yeah, but what else?

My boss called me at 3:30 and asked me to stay until 4:30. Okay, no problem.

Then he called at 4:30 and asked me to stay until 5:30. Fine, but I’m supposed to be home for dinner since we’re celebrating my dad’s birthday.

He just called now at 5:30 to say he won’t be here until 6:30, that’s not a problem, right?

I’m so frustrated and my family is giving me a hard time for not being home yet. I don’t know what to do, if I leave I’ll get fired without a doubt, but if I stay my family is going to get pissed off. I’m really starting to get tired of this guy taking advantage of me but what else can I do?

I feel like the only person who gets ridiculously depressed on their birthday for no apparent reason. I’m glad it’s over and won’t be back for another year.

I’m going to finally cut out people I should have cut out a long time ago. Maybe that’s part of the reason. I don’t know, I’ve been thinking about it for a while but it’s the best thing to do :/

I hate how weird I have to sit so my boobs don’t take up 90% of the picture, and I wish you could see the skull in the flower! But this is me, just after midnight on my 24th birthday. Go me, I guess.

I hate how weird I have to sit so my boobs don’t take up 90% of the picture, and I wish you could see the skull in the flower!

But this is me, just after midnight on my 24th birthday. Go me, I guess.