TW: j*b
I'm trapped. Trapped in work. Now I'm tied to this place and I can't escape. I draw for free and have to move from one place to another. I can no longer find the peace I once did sitting on the balcony overlooking the Los Angeles sunrise. I remember those days, how pleasant it was to step on the cold tiles despite the hot climate in this city. My foot fully touched the cold texture and the plaster on the wall scratched my skin when I tried to close the balcony door behind me so as not to wake anyone. I sat on a plastic chair and drank my Sprite. The bubbles in the drink itched my nose and the bright morning rays made me sneeze. I took my favorite Pencil Pro and started drawing clumsy works for 10 hours that ultimately didn't bring me popularity, but I loved it, I loved it. Now I lie on the cold floor under the bed and hide my body behind a blanket hanging to the floor and try to draw something. Don't repeat my mistakes.😢
