That moment where they don’t understand how long you’ve saved to get what you want and how hours of work just makes you a stupid cunt in their eyes. I though my mom would be proud that I’d work for all my things not get mad at the fact that I spent it on once of a year trip. She says she trying to teach me how to manage my money but all I can hear is her disgust in me. I never lied to her I just never had the chance to tell her. I’m scared she won’t let me draw anymore. She has suggested I go into graphic design for money but seeing how I have this weird love and hate cycle in normal commissions makes me think otherwise. I feel so lost and that fact I can’t honestly tell my mom anything without crying sucks. When I’m upset I cry, if she shouts at me more it’s just more of an influence for me to do it more. All I know is I got my brother is in trouble for putting up with my schemes and ill never be good enough in my parents eyes. I really wish I never ever started to draw and just focus in being a hairdresser or some stupid accountant.
This was just a really angry, sad, bleh vent post I had with some vent art.