In my fifth grade art class, we were all given our own sketchbooks for drawing assignments in. All of our actual art assignments had to be torn out and turned in, so you won’t get to see my attempts at drawing flowers or anything. Instead you get to see all the weird messed up doodles my small mind could come up with. Needless to say, me being so fucked up isn’t a recent development.
Here’s the cover. I edited out my last name, and maybe I also should have edited out that massive spelling error.