Dream 12/9
I just had a dream that my dad came to visit me here at Boston in an apartment that I had. In the dream, he was that he is a war hero, cancer survivor, and a great man; someone who I will always look up to. He was old and wrinkly but he was still buff, same beer belly, and strong. While he walked inside the apartment with my mom, he looked around with an unimpressed expression. Wanting to impress him, I wanted to show him my drawings, but he doesn't wanna see it. He began to lecture me on how useless the drawings are and how disappointed he is at me. Then he asks me：Why do you draw? I told him because the subjects of my drawings are important to me.

Come to think of it.. I've never really showed him my drawings before. I'll never have the chance to ever again.

I'm typing this on my iPhone.. It's all laggy and taking forever
So what's good lately? College life for me right mow sort of a breeze

Maybe cuz my high school was hardcore on academics

Oh yeah I want to show what I've been drawing


this girl i like [SKETCH]


this girl i like [COMPLETED]


some 1940s actress forgot her name [COMPLETED]


this ballerina who i used to like shaded [INCOMPLETE]


this ballerina who i used to like [COMPLETED]


attempt at drawing my brother [NOT DONE YET]