I did this picture at college about six years ago. Which is why it isnt very good. Things dont change though: this is exactly how I feel right now...very small and worried, and looking up at big inky crows out of a grey chalk sky. How do people who dont have ink and chalk to draw their scary things manage? Im so glad of them. Therapy. Yes, the usual nice things help.

Anyway, this picture is comforting: evidently I survived whatever these badly drawn birds were meant to represent, because I have entirely forgotten what it was...