No Turning Back Now

While cleaning out my desk drawer, I stumbled upon a drawing that I made while blowing off my Psychology class.

This was around 2006 or so.

I can't remember the meaning of it when I drew this, but I think this shows the feeling that my failures at love were my fault and my fault only. The pieces represent the places in my heart and they are being shattered by my own obstacles.

I guess there's no turning back now.

If you click on the picture, you can see the full-blown version.

(Those things on the sides are supposed to be hammers)

I await the angry responses.