The mood swing's daughter

It's gonna be too early to tell if one of my resolutions is to draw everyday. But I'm trying. I woke up to a very beautiful morning with an eager imagination. Then like a needle bursting a bubble, the PMS mood swing attacked. After a few punches and lips biting, I ran into my sketch book, started to draw. She's not what I had in my imagination, she's distorted, she's locked inside a tube of anger. She's plain, but she's trying...I was trying.