My mother doesn’t know why I go into the bathroom for forty-five minutes after I am supposed to sleep. She probably thinks it’s something sexual, but it’s really me sitting on the bathroom floor and feeling sad.
My friend told me about a watercolouring techinque where you mix sugar and water and after “painting” the paper with the liquid, you add the watercolour.
I wanted to try it out and took a couple of photos…
I give up arting forever
What the hell