Why Is My Best Work When I Don't Have Actual Drawing Paper

My dog kept me up all night and used my comfort hoodie as a pillow so now I'm tired, angry, furry, and I smell like a dog

If real life was dnd I would be a warlock with a very unfortunate choice of patron. My dad is the main reason I haven't died due my own stupidity so it's safe to say he would likely be my patron but because he's a Christian math teacher instead of magic or power he just gives me weird life advice and solutions to math homework and taxes

Ever just stare at a wall and glare at anyone who tries to get you to move

I feel like dog shit (mentally and physically), the only way im going to school today is if i have an IV full of caffeine

Anyone know why the school photographers make you take off your jacket/layered button down or headphones? Like these are things I wear everyday they're apart of me why do I have to take them off?

When I was little I was homeschooled and I was a bit behind on learning to read I think, I was so excited for when it would be my turn to learn to read and begged my grandma and older sister to read to me all the time, I learned to read eventually but I don't like to read on my own, my grandma and sister had read the black stallion and black beauty to me so many times I could read them on my own but for the most part I wouldn't, I would always run up to my grandma or sister and beg them to read the old books to me, they always said why? You can read them yourself now, you don't need me, most of the time with a little persuasion they would still sit down with me on the blue couch in the white room and read a chapter or two of whatever book I had requested, I finally know the words for why I wanted to read with them when I could have easily done it myself, I didn't necessarily want to read the book for the story, the point wasn't reading the story, the point was sharing the story with them, I enjoyed their company and wanted to share a minimally engaging activity with them so I could revel in their presence and enjoy their gentle companionship

Me:*gets art table so i wont have to bend over with scoliosis to work*

Also me:*bends over anyway*

"Fuck why does my spine hurt so much!"

I like to think that Santa Claus is real, not in a traditional sense because flying reindeer are impossible but more in spirit, all versions or similar characters all share the fact that they spread joy and kindness to other people, while given some similar names and all having some sort of uniform using this logic anyone who is helpful, kind, and or generous fits the criteria for being Santa, therefore anyone who isn't a bitch is santa

If you ever want to know how much your dad cares about you get him to shave part of your head

You know your touch starved when your dad pats you on the head and you nearly cry