Back when I was going through some rough times, I didn't know what I was doing with my life... and even though every day felt the same, sketching was my lifeline.

I have two notebooks filled with pages from when I used to do a daily journal to help myself relax. Probably about 300 pages, most also haveing a drawing.

But I hate those notebooks, if I ever lay my eyes upon them again it would be to hurt myself. Not because the drawings were bad or because I think they are too cringe to look back into.

I hate those notebooks because they represent my deepest insecurities... I felt so alone that it made me a completely different person...

Love to draw, love your life, and dare to think differently...

Lovles<3