clepovicka

My dad hanged himself half a decade ago and ever since then my mom had to work twice as hard to support the family... Unfortunately, she had to start selling her body. Every single day she would lead strangers into our house, some of them even stole some of our belongings. But that's okay, I don't blame my mother. I think I know why he did it and I wanted to make amends.  The day before he passed away he stormed into my room demanding to know why I'm having sexual relations with guys at my school... Some of them black. (Yes, he was a racist...) I told him to shut his r-word mouth. We fought a little, then he left the house.  Yes, I wronged him. Maybe you could even say I betrayed him. I wish I didn't, but that's how it is. Now I have to draw to make ends meet. I wish it weren't this way: I absolutely hate art. I hate and pity everyone who buys this trash. Seriously, what's wrong with you faggots? Pathetic incels who have to jerk off to pixels, lmao. It's