Granted, this is only a small sketch, but the more I look at it the more I question why I even bothered? Why does this drawing upset me so much? On that particular day I drew it to distract myself from a conversation I did not particularly like in class that day. I was becoming incredibly anxious and I was already quite tired so I started scratching this unassuming guy sitting down, looking solemn or aloof. It's not particularly good and it made me realize how awful I am at foreshortening as well as perspective since that weird thing at the bottom is supposed to be a coffee mug. I should be able to draw when I want but it seems my mood altered what little ability I have significantly, never again (eh, just kidding).
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