I’m so boring right now. Drawing Luke Hockley.

I’m so boring right now.

Dear Self,

I’m tired of me.

I’m tired of me trying to be interesting.

Tired of me trying to draw a good picture.

I’m sick of all my ideas and trying to make them all work.

I can’t be bothered any more with my ‘please like me’ performance.

I’m tired of returning to the same old stuck record complaining.

So what now?

Time to get over myself I suppose.



Ps: I need to tidy some crap up, that always seems to help me stop being so boring.

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Know someone who would appreciate this letter?

What is Dear Self all about?