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Do any of you have, like. Pictures...you drew 12 years ago? .__________.
We were cleaning out the attic and what should appear but a sketchbook or three from when I was in 6th-7th grade! Looking at them is like being glad I don't draw like that anymore, and wanting to remove the spiral in the notebook and try to eat it so that maybe something could still be more painful. It's not the memories or anything---it is so totally definitely the pictures, which are breathtakingly ugly. Ass ugly. And yet I must keep them, perhaps because if I put them in the trash somebody, somewhere would see them. Also, I love them. A little.
Other scary thoughts: There are people on my friendslist right now who were probably present when I drew some of those things. At least one played an integral role in what I drew.
No, I'm not going to scan them. D: Maybe just one for a comparison, someday.
We were cleaning out the attic and what should appear but a sketchbook or three from when I was in 6th-7th grade! Looking at them is like being glad I don't draw like that anymore, and wanting to remove the spiral in the notebook and try to eat it so that maybe something could still be more painful. It's not the memories or anything---it is so totally definitely the pictures, which are breathtakingly ugly. Ass ugly. And yet I must keep them, perhaps because if I put them in the trash somebody, somewhere would see them. Also, I love them. A little.
Other scary thoughts: There are people on my friendslist right now who were probably present when I drew some of those things. At least one played an integral role in what I drew.
No, I'm not going to scan them. D: Maybe just one for a comparison, someday.
