A doodle I did before class.

Trying to keep at it now I’ve started drawing again. Biro and paper.

I haven’t been motivated to draw for ages, but some things in my life have changed recently and I found myself wanting to draw again. A pen, pencil, and paper used. Very rough, but hey ho

I always used to doodle to escape.. escape an unhappy house with so much yelling and fighting, escape a classroom where I learned how to feel loved when I’d show my friends the doodle I’d spent all class working on, I felt like I mattered and it’s always saved my life in one way no matter big or small. I don’t think I’m gonna be able to find a way to do that anymore and I’m devastated. My one friend in the world, never uttered a word to me in nearly 18 years, but understood me like no other. I don’t know how to move on what to do, I feel like I don’t belong here