And I look back and realize how much I've changed.
How much I've gone through.
From reading my journals, imagining my nerdy-looking 14 year old self going through her problems, everyday, suffering in high school. Coming home from school and forgetting her problems in drawing. Loosing herself in drawing.
Drawing my stories out, was the drug that I leaned on to get me through early adolescence.
Just the tons and tons of paper that I use to pile up and draw until I was tired.
And when I turned out the lights, my mind wouldn't stray into the hopeless black thoughts because I had my stories, my characters, my domain to run, and I was too bus