I was drawing and having fun and it was turning out sort of okay, and I spent the entire afternoon on it.
Evening. My dad tells me to come upstairs and cook some burgers. So I set them going on the grill and watch them for a few minutes before returning to my room to draw for a bit. I realize I completely fucked up the proportions.
I go back outside to check the grill. It’s ancient. It’s broken and heats unevenly and sometimes shoots jets of flame in strange directions inside, but now it’s decided to go all out. Flames are cascading out the back, a foot above the top of it.
The food was destroyed. My father was not happy.
I return to my room. I distress again at my stupid fucking drawing. I hate myself because I can’t even fix it right now. I can’t even look at it. I collapse on the floor. I come back to tumblr and write, just so I can get everything out of my fucking head. Everything is wrong. I just want to be done with this day.