All through middle school and high school I had this habit of constantly drawing on myself and everything else that came within pen’s reach. I had a whole arsenal of metallic markers, micro-pigment pens and your average ballpoints (in fine tip ONLY) just for when the urge struck and it did, a LOT.
One day I’d be covered in random band logos, the next metallic circuitry. I’ve worn poems and lyrics and short stories. Now I wish I had actually written them on paper as I never made hard copies.
I have nothing left of those doodles. Now the urge strikes and I resist for the most part, keeps the nightmares from spilling out into real life.