- Is actually neither. Just likes flannel.

I didn't feel like drawing clothes aside from the flannel don't @ me

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Ugh. I feel like shit again. Ig this just happens when I don't have things to distract me from the crushing reality of existence.
But really, what's been on my mind you're probably not asking? Because I mean who really gives a shit about what I write here. Y'all are just here for the pretty colors, not my stupid insignificant problems.
Anyway- What's mostly been bothering me today is me telling myself "Yannow, everyone who's ever called you attractive/pretty/cute/etc. Fucking lied to your face :]" Because I mean. I have no fucking clue who would be able to find this flesh bag anything other than fucking hideous. Like, I'm FAR from pretty or anything like that. I'm fucking cross-eyed all the time because my right eye doesn't work, I have a shit load of scars, not just on my face, fucking everywhere. As of recently, I've also got some minor acne. Im pale as a fucking ghost, literally whiter than white. Have n o fashion sense, or hell even a real personality. My "personality" if you can even call it that is a fucking trainwreck... They're all right...Im just like my mom, an ugly, vindictive, catty asshole... And whenever I DO try to be nice people dont even fucking appreciate it...

Man, sometimes I really wish I could just go die in a fucking hole i stg. No one would give two shits I tell ya.