If you're a close friend of mine or a family member, you would know that I spend most of my time locked in my room, listening to some music, while reading, painting, or writing. I find so much comfort by doing such and it's hard to explain, really. I get so lost in a world that I've created and I don't know what'll happen if someone bursts that bubble. Sometimes, I get weird looks for even in public places, I still manage to bring out a book or a sketchpad/my journal. But here, let me share some stuff with you.

These are some things I've drawn/painted/written from the past year/months. Some are from my watercolor pad, some are from my old journal. I can't really say that I'm good with this since I still feel doubt whenever I try to explain my feelings in words or art. 

P.S. I know it's inevitable for you to think that these are basic art and whatnot. I don't care, really. You have your own opinions and I have to respect that.