little hazard is finally expressing her frustration.

i've been having to tell myself this the past few days. This doodle kinda portrays my life long struggle. I've never been popular in life, and my art was the only thing that brought me company in elementary school. The only real skill i hold dear and near to me.
The only real thing my parents taught me when I was young.

I can express my emotions freely and positively by creating something from that emotion.

I don't care if i'm popular in the community or not, as long as my quality in my art is better than my quantity, something i'll never stop perfecting.