Jun 21, 2017
I had a terrible dream.
The dream was actually my most terrifying nightmare by far, where my mom destroys my sketchbook, that I love and cherish, and spent so much time on the drawings in it. I know it sounds selfish, but drawing is my life. It felt so real when I was dreaming, but when I woke up, I shook it off like it was nothing. I remember I felt so livid, and had so much rage, that I won’t forget that one anytime soon.