Printed on a heavyweight high gloss cover :o)

8x11

When I made this drawing, I was heavily under the influence. I remember being on multiple substances with feelings more potent than my body or mind could handle.

I had fully accepted I was living in hell. I was juggling abuse, an abundance of very fresh trauma, a move across the country, an upcoming high school graduation, and now a looming drug habit. I was disappointed in myself, but I was way too high and way too hurt to stop. I kept doing drugs; they got harder and harder. 

At some point, I stopped. Up until I was about 20 years old, I don't think I had ever really experienced a day where I wanted to live. For my entire childhood, I can confidently say I was always comfortable with the idea of passing away. But I realized that I am here, and there's nothing I can really do about that. Then I thought, "Well, if I have to be alive, I might as well give it my best shot". 

It's okay to try things out, but if it becomes habitual, the desire for drugs will muffle the dreams you planted as a kid. Watch yourself.