MorningBullet

This is the story of my life And how my OC Noot was created TL;DR: I finally accepted that I only want to draw ponies after 6 long years [CHAPTER 1] THE BEGINNING Growing up in a broken family, constantly hearing fights, being abused both mentally and physically, getting all of my rages and feeling compressed at such a young age has planted a seed to make me become a sensitive, weak, overthinking, shy, and depressed person. I was a confused child, I didn't know how to express my feelings So drawing became a way to help me express my feelings. I constantly draw in my journals, on pieces of paper, my school's notebook, telling stories of how my day went by... (Damn it, I just found out that I actually threw away my childhood journal. It has a lot of my childhood trauma experiences, and I thought maybe if I get rid of it, I'll be free... Gosh this is gut-wrenching) But it was just all silly stick figures. I didn't know how to actually draw And that's why I started tracing (copying)