This picture really isn't that well drawn. Those lines are pretty scruffy and the details are poor, even for me, but there's a reason for that. I was in a pretty bad state when I drew this. I was in no mood for trying to make things look good. It was a special way to express my feelings.

This actually isn't something I've done much of. These sorts of feeling rarely coincide with any desire to draw. Art is hard and requires a lot of thought and effort that I'm rarely willing to put in at times like that.

But sometimes art is a tremendous release.

This picture has a lot of importance to me, despite all its flaws. I said before that for a long time I didn't have interest in having a character to represent me, but this picture gave me something I didn't have before. It's so relatable to me. It's so nice to have something like this. Art can be so valuable, even when the artwork itself is sloppy and poor.