For real, Mom.

So, my mom came in my room at 9:30 like "Let's hang out, Demy!"
Me on the outside- "Okay."
Me on inside- "WHAT THE FRIG MOM! I have stuff to do! I have to type and Internet and GRRRRR!!!!"
So she came in and hung out till about 10.
And now idk what to type.
Son of a witch.

-Demy

Hey! While I'm here, here's some stuff from my old sketchbook!
Keep in mind that this sketchbook is from LAST YEAR and I sucked a little more than I do now. Just a warning.