Galaxy Deca

Slapping lines down without a sketch here. 

Truth

Generally I'm the kind of person that doesn't take much to make me mad. I got mad at work today. I swear a lot when I'm mad - I'm one of those kinds of people.
But there's something about when I'm trying to draw, and if I'm interrupted by someone, I get unreasonably mad. I can't say anything to my intruder - I know what it's going to sound like. Someone harmlessly coming in to check on me or calling me, when really they've interrupted my concentration and it rips me out of the mood. Once I'm out, I'm out. The door doesn't close, it's gone entirely and I'm left outside the building looking at the wall where it was. I'm furious that I can't get back in. The longer I dwell on it, I don't even want to get back into the building, I want to rip it down to it's foundations and destroy it. I hate the drawing. I hate how I feel about it and everything.
I don't know how else to describe it. I just get mad. Really, really mad. And frustrated. And agitated. And just. rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrhufhf,hd.

Why the fuck is this so hard.

You're 26, erika. Just fucking. fuck.