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I'm scared So I was finally motivated and inspired; I had the sketch all ready and the painting was starting out pretty well. After maybe an hour of working on it I heard this random splat...you know, the kind that sounds like a bug falling off the ceiling onto a cement floor.

Sure enough, this bug was on its back flailing around, maybe twenty centimeters from my chair. There was another one walking near it. I looked up and the light directly above my head was crawling with about two dozen of them.

Bugs are fucking creepy. And killing them is gross and gets guts everywhere. I abandoned my painting pretty damn quickly...and now someone else is going to see it and insult it before I can go get it, because I'm not setting foot in that room for a while [maybe with an umbrella Hmm] My good eraser is in there too. Sigh.

So that's my story of how I ran away like a little girl and, once again, fail at art. It's not my fault this time! I still feel like they're crawling all over me

You stupid fucking bugs, it's fucking summer. GO OUTSIDE NOW, BITCHES! And don't even think about setting foot in my bedroom ;D

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