
woke up destructive this morning and decided to draw my emotions on paper instead of myself
How I feel inside everything all conflicted and chained. I dont know how to describe this drawing any more then I know how to describe how I feel but I let my hands and heart do the talking. I feel like a dying flower with polluted hormonal water to drink from. even if its been years I've spent so much of my youth making up for my past I worry I'll forever be playing catch up.
neat fun fact: My birth flower is a daffodil which is what I drew there but I've always had problems with breaking rules in art. Everything has to be proper with me even if its something from emotions like this. I'm trying to do better and me making the pedals purple and orange instead of white and yellow was a little bit of rebellion against myself and allowing myself to do something I want and not what the world expects.