Just a meh drawing done following a meeting with my father the other day.

I don't know why I keep agreeing to meet him. Every time he subtly reminds me how much of a disappointment and a failure he thinks I am. And after 18 years of him saying that, I'm pretty much indoctrinated with the belief.

I dunno. There are a couple people who I desperately want to care about me, to love me, and they are the people who couldn't care less about me.