Hey look, I made a thing.
I haven’t made a thing in a while. This came about while I was having a liedown on the couch this afternoon. I got bored of TV, and it started raining hard af, so I had nothing else to do. I fiddled with app after app on my phone until I pulled up Skechbook Express. Hours later, this happened.
Rather proud of how this came out. It’s not very.. artsy or anything, but I like it. Pat on the back for me. More of these to come, probably, since I’ve got a lot more time on my hands now that I’m jobless(!). Wonder what I should do next..
You opened a can of worms, my friend. You probably didn’t mean for that to happen, but it did. I can feel you inching farther and farther away from me, further proof of how guilty you’re probably feeling about everything. The way you acted that one night changed the way we would be for the rest of our days.. And I’m willing to bet every cent I have to my name that you know full well what happened—hell, you can probably pinpoint the exact moment you fucked things up. Know how I know? ‘Cause I can, too. I did. I knew it was happening. I saw it right before my eyes. I didn’t think to stop it, though. Probably because I thought you knew what you were doing.
No, scratch that—I hoped you knew what you were doing. I prayed that you were awake and aware of the way you set the drapes of my mind on fire, aware of the way the flames shone through the windows of my eyes. I pleaded with all of my heart: please tell me he’s doing this on purpose.
But you weren’t. No one ever claims to be when they’re drunk.