Yes, I did remove my adult acne before messing around with the colors on this photo.

Because if living 40 years on this planet has taught me anything, it’s that the best parts of being a teenager - having someone else support you, staying up all night without much fallout the next day, being a general mischief-maker and having people be OK with it - are all behind me.

The worst parts of being a teenager, though - acne, mood swings, and having that feeling that nobody understands me - will stay with me until I’m dead.

Here’s to Day 2 of One Year Of Art. Cheers.