So I'm away right visiting family now (oh joy...) and I kinda (by "kinda" I mean really) miss my piano. I just don't function correctly without it sometimes(or music in general really). When I really just want to be alone I just sit down and play. It is my outlet for stress, for happiness for pretty much anything that I can't put down on paper. Everything seems to be okay, if just for a few minutes, when I'm playing. I feel at home.
*que "To Build A Home" by The Cinematic Orchestra*(Haha...)

I honestly don't feel safe talking to my extended family because they mock me in some ways, it's just not a good feeling talking to any of them save one or two. My aunt is constantly trying to compare me to her 12 year old daughter and how she's SO excellent at everything(lies) and how I basically can't live up to her(also lies). Her daughter has now adopted this sort of "I'm better than you" from that kind of talk. She is more than happy enough to remind me that she thinks she better than me every five minutes. The uncle is really the only one I can safely talk to, we may not have much in common, but he's sweet and he sorta "gets" me. Coupled with the fact that my parents are always pushing me to go interact with my cousins, it's not a good situation.

The best I could do to isolate myself from that environment was to sit on the porch to draw and hope that they didn't notice I had left. That's how this little sketch came about. It was nice having those couple of hours to myself, to draw, reflect upon random thoughts, and wish that I was back home sitting at my piano. I sorta...kinda...want to color this, I might or might not.
Sorry for the long-ish rant. >_<
Enjoy! (or not)
-Wolfy ^-^