Sometimes I think about my art, and I think:
THIS IS TRASH,
IT SUCKS.
AAAAAHHHHHH
And I get frustrated with myself. Other times I like my art.

My mom and me had a hilarious practice session. I practiced my guitar and she played a mandolin. I was kinda showing off by not even looking at my guitar (and getting it right), and she was staring at the neck of the mandolin.

"I have a guitar poking my chest!"

I did my sister's hair

I'm trying to learn to write in Wingdings.