Note to self

I wiped the sweat off my brow with my forearm. Finally after hours bent over my canvas, I've managed to portray my emotions onto my art and I'm quite satisfied with the result. Honestly the whole process was quite draining, both emotionally and physically. I leaned back and admired my handiwork. Rolling my shoulders, I tore off some paper towels and placed them carefully on my wrists. Blood seeped through the towels almost instantly. I grabbed a clean paintbrush and dipped it in the currently pooling blood.

NOTE TO SELF: BUY RED PAINT