I wanted to make an artwork of the day I failed on my finals. Technically I didn't fail, got a B, got my batchelors degree but I hate myself for all the little decisions I made that day that allowed that fucker to strip me of my confidence, making me feel like a beaten-up dog in the far corner of a doghouse, scared to even try and speak up.

But as I was drawing the classroom I started sketching that person - and i could feel my head pulsating, all those emotions punching me in the gut once again, pressure rising inside my skull and i felt sick and i threw up.
got to bed
blacked out

in the morning i redrew him as an oozing mess of black pixels. Rotten saint you are, you love others to see your good side but I know why you did it, why you wanted to humiliate me so much. Are you happy you succeded?

Felt like animating it today, felt like yesterday was a sign of what i do is right, doing art to express what I feel