Obscured me

Yeah, i dont really know if the title for this is the right one. Obviously this is a much cooler looking me. No this isn’t for some stupid RP with Tallest Purple and cheesy romance…

It IS me, yet it’s based off myself. Uh… Like, normally I don’t have a tail. I’ve always liked cats and when I was younger I loved The Lion King, thus the reason for a LION TAIL. I added the long hair just for something a little different.

My hair is a lot longer then it should be. I wish my hair was this long…Shut up, I can dream (my hair doesn’t grow. I cut it two summers ago and it’s only grown an inch). It’s white only because on my mom’s side of the family they’re hair whitens normally around 30. No, I’m not 30 in this drawing for the record.

Those are some examples of why I look the way I do. No, this isn’t some run-of-the-mill story about being infected by a demon and slowly losing control. We all have inner demons we all have to deal with, all I’m doing is bringing that demon to life. That demon is mostly built around my regrets, my envy, and my wrath toward myself (or others…depending) It bases it's different forms off of different memories- (Lion tails=lionking, white hair=mymother'ssillygene). The thing twists up around my spine (I have scoliosis in real life) then hooks up somewhere into my brain. Yay for freakish deformities!

The thing is though; I’m the reason why that demon is growing in the first place. I can’t seem to forgive myself for the things that I’ve done or didn’t do. Sooo pretty much I’m doing all the work for it. Also, once it’s taken over pretty much all of me, my soul is ripped from my body, sent to Hell (or a very bad place), then that’s when the demon can have its fun with my body. The fun thing for drawing is- I look different all the time! Sometimes a hard memory is forgive and I lose a horn or something, or s something else horrible happens to me and I grow a 3rd arm.

It’s only until I truly forgive myself that this inner-demon can go away. That’s right, I don’t normally have 4 horns or weird dragon/dog/raptor feet! Nah…I have this whole story of why this is the way it is, just I really don’t want to go over all of that right now. Blah, blah, blah…

The last thing I’m going to say is this,
Yes, I do have regrets (many that still haunt me) and I really did like The Lion King when I was younger. We all have Inner-demons. That cold whisper in your ear telling you about how stupid/worthless you are, or the shadow in your light. Whatever it maybe we still all have one. The hardest thing any of us can do is to forgive ourselves and to believe it.

I am my worst enemy.