Sooooo,I was at a mental hospital, you guys know that- wasn’t fun... Buttt! They kept on telling me about these things called “coping skills”....I didn’t have any!! I hated my own art...still do :’) But then! ( most of y’all don’t know this but, I have a memory loss problem due to my childhood being ****ed up. ) I remembered something...it was a nice, warm memory, it made me genuinely happy... I was sewing with my grandma...we were working on a stuffed bunny... Soooooo...imma ask my parents about getting me a sewing machine!! Hopefully sewing will be my new coping skilllll!!! 🤗