I think I just had a mental breakdown. I think. I just went rly weird, I drew a mountain landscape, muttering how I hated being the good kid, I wanted to be bad... and then I wanted paint... I was desperately looking for paint and thinking stuff like "Humans like controlling things", "It's like oppression of society (being denied paint)" and how bold and brave paint was, when watercolor was weak and manipulative... and then when I was drawing the mountains, I kept thinking how stupid and worthless hills are, and that they should never be compared to brave and fearless mountains... yh it was really weird... and I kept thinking "I'm not a joke, I'm not a joke" My sibling kept trying to trip me up (playfully) and I ended up screaming at them and my mum... and going on about needing paint...
I'm not making this up. I'm not an attention seeker.
