Drawn in a sleep deprived stupor while on call with a friend. Theban script is so fun to draw.  I still need so much more practice. Perhaps I could do a writing experiment on here monthly/weekly or such. Fine line marker on Mixed Media paper.

Second piece of the older grey-scale pastel on canvas board. Done for my Catholic School project on Understanding. Funny story, my teacher looked on in horror as I presented this to the priest. The piece was supposed to represent understanding. She took it away from me and told me to make something else. Noticing the expression on her face, I looked her in the eye and told her she obviously wasn’t understanding. Shut her right up. Grey Scale Pastel on Canvas Board.

I completed this piece quite a while back, a year or two years ago. First time i ever used Pastels on grey scale. I think it’s fairly nice for what it is. Chalk Pastel on Canvas Board.

Drawn during a boring Financing class. Taxes aren’t fun so have pizza and spikes instead! Fine line marker and colored pencil on Mixed Media paper.

Worked on during my Forensic Science class. The plan is to give it to my teacher. Fine line marker on Mixed Media paper.

Drawn while listening to a discussion of 1984. Fine line markers on Mixed Media paper.

I absolutely adore this piece. Cute little zombie bunny with his Easter Eggs chewing on a giant lollipop. Fine line markers and colored pencil on Mixed Media paper.

First drawing in my new sketchbook. I love line work. Marker and colored pencil on mixed media paper. 

Made by placing tape, laying down light grey pastel. Blending, removing tape, adding color and then tracing around the outline of the tape with black marker.Added gold gel pen to corners. Chalk pastel on Mixed Media paper. I really like this one. Drawn while listening to 1984 on audiobook.

I usually don’t like circles, but I felt that was the way to go with this piece. White pen on Black paper.

Something I did while watching the kids at the daycare. They told me what colors to use and what to draw. ...This started as a chicken. Chalk Pastel on Watercolor Paper.

Got the idea from PeterDraws. He seems like a cool guy. Don’t know what this is, but it exists now. My favorite part is the line work in the lower right corner. Monster Lines by MarieMarichelle.

I colored this last night after I got my new adult coloring book. I think it came out pretty well. Alcohol Markers on paper.

Something I did a few months back, still very proud of it. Acrylic on Cardboard.

THE DAILY BATTLE: NO REFLECTION

"You have to get up. Why don't you just get up. Get up now! Did you hear me? I said now. You don't get any more time. If you couldn't sleep it's your own fault."

"Fine. I'm up. Happy? No. Of course not. Just let me get dressed."

"What should you wear? Did you remember to change your underwear? Do you smell? Of course you smell. Shower again."

"Why? I showered last night before bed."

"Do you want to be ugly? Of course not. Too bad you are. Should put some make up on to hide your face too."

"I'm not ugly."

"You are ugly, I said so. Red or white shirt? Choose or it's neither. I guess it's nothing. Just wear this shirt you wear every day. It doesn't even look good on you. Why do you wear it? Why? Why? Why?"

"I like this shirt."

"You shouldn't. I said you shouldn't. Oh? Is that a pimple coming up? Better pick it. Pick, pick, pick, pick it. Now! I said now."

"I don't want to, but if you say so."

"Look what you've done. You look even worse now. How could you let this happen? You're worthless. You're full of scars, not even ones with a story. When someone brings them up you'll just have to tell them how ugly you are."

"I won't lie to them. I hate my scars. Let's see... banana or cereal?"

"Neither, you shouldn't eat at all. You're fat. So fat. Don't lie to yourself, you're not getting any smaller. Eat if you want to get bigger. No you don't. Of course not. Don't eat. Don't eat. Don't even think about eating. Brush your teeth you slut. We know what you thought about last night. I don't care if he's your boyfriend. You're still a whore. He doesn't deserve you. No one deserves you, everyone deserves better than you."

"This toothpaste is disgusting."

"You're disgusting too but the toothpaste isn't complaining."

"Cheap shot."

"Don't insult me. I'm better than you and you know it. You let me manipulate you. The bus is coming, go to the bus. Don't be late. Don't want to be more embarrassing. Did you lock the door? Better check. Check again. And again. And again. And again. Did you turn off the water? Check it. Check it again. Check it again. Door locked? Door locked? Water off? Door Locked? Water off? Door locked?"

'Yes."

"You missed your bus. Dumb whore. Remember how to drive? We're going to have to do that again."

"Yes."

"Watch out for that car over there. They probably hate you. You just cut them off. You ran a red light. You can't check to see if I'm lying either. Hahahaha. I win. I win. I win. I win."

"We're here now."

"Get out of the car. Turn off your lights. Are they off? Are you sure? Check again. And again. Turn them on and off again. Are your keys in your pocket or the ignition? Check it. Check it. Check it. Again. Again. Again."

"I missed the first bell."

"Yes. Because you're fucking slow. Don't be such a pussy next time. Do you have your keys? No. You don't. You didn't check hard enough."

"I'm sure they just fell out of my pocket."

"No, they're locked inside your car and now you have to call somebody. Call somebody. Call somebody. You're an idiot. You aren't even smart enough for this school. Look at her contour, so much better better better better than yours. You're not even as pretty as her. The ground looks better than you."

"Shut up."

"We both know I control you. Don't lie to yourself. There's only one way you'll ever shut me up, and even that isn't guaranteed. Better get to class. Don't run, you jiggle too much. Fucking whore."

"Can we just go now?... Please?'

"Yes. Hurry up. Go faster. Faster. FASTER. Stairs. Got to climb the stairs. Don't trip. Don't fucking trip. How many stairs are there? Do you remember? 28. or was it 27? 28? 27? 28. 28. 27. 28."

"27."

"Check again."

"27."

"You're going to be late. Get going. Move it. Go faster, whore. You can do it. I believe in you."

"Thank you."

"The teacher's staring at you. She only smiled so that she can cover up how much she hates you. You're so ugly. She wants to quit teaching because of you. You're not even smart. Lowest grade in the class. You don't talk, what's wrong with you? Wrong. Wrong. Wrong!"

"She likes me. She said so."

"She's lying. She's fucking lying. Can't you tell? Or are you too daft to notice?"

"She wouldn't lie to me."

"Yes she would. Do you think she actually cares? No. She just needs a paycheck, just like the rest of us. Except for you. Because you're too fucking mental to work. Hahaha. Is that my fault? Oh is it really? No. It's yours. You created me. This is all your fault. No one else’s. Stop trying to blame me. I'm just doing my fucking job."

"You're fired."

"Ha. You can't fire me. You gave me power and you can't stop giving it to me. You're addicted to me. You have to eat lunch. Go pick something up. Oh? No calorie facts? Well, I guess you're going to get super fat. Enjoy it fat ass."

"Y'know what? I will."

"How do you feel now? I know, horrible. But you won't vomit because you don't want people to notice. They'll all notice. You're horrible at lying. Everyone knows you're fucked up. Everyone. Knows. Everyone. Everyone."

“You’re right.”

"Don't go up to them. They all hate you. You're always the only one who works alone. Everyone's in their pretty little groups and here you are the ugly duckling of them all. You're so childish, scared by people younger than you. Ha. They're more mature. You're nothing to them. They matter and you don't. Never will. Never ever. You have to walk up to them now. Oh? You're going to do it. No you're not. Once they looked at you, you turned around and sat back down. You're fucking worthless. None of them need you, that's why they'll never ask you to be in a group with them. Didn't you know that? You're so dumb. Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb."

"You're not telling the truth."

"No one except you care about the truth. You're so worthless. Little pig. Worthless little piggy."

"No."

"Would you look at that? Your teacher is talking to you now. He is concerned about your mom and dad. He doesn't know they don't care about you. He doesn't even care about you. You know it. He has too much to deal with too. Give him a year and he'll forget about you. Not even. A month. A day. 20 minutes."

"He's nice to me though."

"He's faking it. He would never talk to you unless you were in his class. Why should he care? You're worthless."

"Fine. I'm going home."

"Press the right button to open the door. Don't press the alarm. We don't know how to turn it off. That'd be embarrassing. Remember last time. You cried. I laughed. Cry, cry, cry. Not even try to find the problem. Just so worthless you cry, cry, cried. Why do I even bother with you?"

"I don't know."

"Did you write down your homework? You're going to forget. Forget. I'll make you forget. Take a pill. Take a pill. Take a fucking pill. Go die. Finally."

"No."

"Don't deny me. I control you. You have no power over me. I have power over you."

"I'm going to bed."

"Sure, don't wash your face. Don't wash anything. You have no energy left. Go to sleep. I'll be waiting for you tomorrow morning. Goodnight, Ugly."

You.

The worst thing about you is me. I should’ve never met you.

The worst thing about loving you is that I can’t touch you. I can never touch you.

The worst thing about dating you is that I will never know if you die. I don’t deserve you.

The worst thing about missing you is that I never know if you’re coming back. I shouldn’t miss you.

The worst thing about needing you is that you don’t need me. You never will.

The worst thing about wanting you is that I can’t have you. I can’t have you. I can’t have you.

The worst thing about me is I love you. You. A person I’ve never met.

The worst thing about you is you don’t believe any of this. You never will.

You love me.

That’s the worst thing about you.