I'm... a deviant for 7 years now, eh?
But true, I liked drawing. I loved to draw.
Ever since I can grab a pencil by myself.
Using past tense there because... yeah, life can throw you down in a pit too deep that the only thing you can do is keep on falling.
But then, I was mocked for it.
By none other than those I love most, my parents.
The drawings I made didn't mean a thing to them.
I live in Indonesia, and I'm Chinese. So I'm 100% Asian.
As an Asian, you should be either a doctor, get in business, or other jobs that speaks money as their mother tongue. They don't even care how difficult it is to get there.
Drawing? What can that ge