“Sometimes before it gets better the darkness gets bigger the person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger” - Fall Out Boy You know who you are. You can’t hurt me. Your words were hurtful, but ignored. You picked on the wrong girl. I don’t believe my art is trash. I have other friends, and I don’t need you. You want to hurt me. But you’ve only made me stronger, made me see who my true friends are. And one of them surely isn’t you. Also, I will be taking a small hatius. Not because I am too weak or wounded, but because of what you have caused me to realize.
I drew the “trash” art.
