I grew up an a very abusive household. I think most of you know that. I was obsessed with drawing cartoons because it was an escape from my shitty life.
One year, my dad, who was always the worst to me, he hit me when he only yelled at the others, he told me no one would ever love me, one year he threw away everything that was special to me. He threw away all of my clothes, took down the door and tossed out all of my sketchbooks, leaving Me with a pink shirt, tan pants and one sketchbook my mom hid from him.
I now have four full storage boxes of sketchbooks because what had happened turned me into a hoarder and drawing my crossover series, I don't do it because it's fun, I do it because it's one of the only things that keep me happy and I don't think I'll ever be able to stop.
My ships and my silly crossover work that I've been drawing since I was ten are one of the only things that keep me Here and keep me okay so please, if you have a problem with them, keep it to yourself. Don't bother me about them