Where does confidence end and being so full of yourself your head is wedged nicely between your ass cheeks?
You start talking about how so goddamn perfect your every feature is, yet you expect people to feel sorry for you and your trival problems that you've blown so far out of proportion on purpose just to have some drama in your life.
You end up losing your "friends" one by one when people see the real you but you don't know why?
The real you is a dusgusting bitchy creature whos about as beutiful as a garbage truck.
Get the fuck over yourself.
jesus.
You probably won't listen now or even for a long while from now that you ARENT the center of the universe.
but maybe give it just ten- fifteen years. When your "perfectness" starts fading fast and you are at the beginning of the end.
Where your body on the outide starts transforming into the very ugly creature you truley are.
And when you really ARE alone,
and NOBODY gives you a second glance,
maybe you'll think back and wonder just what a fool you were for throwing all those people under the bus.
...
or maybe not.
you might just be this snobby bitch of a person your whole life.

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heh, I guess I'm just thinking.
Broke a promise to myself and now I'm paying the price.
New art to come!

If you want me to draw any specific character, don't hesitate to leave a comment about it. I love comment! I read 'em all

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