First I'm really really sorry if you read this in various places but as artists you'll understand my frustration and I just had to scream, not to blast someone's face in real life.
Yesterday I traveled to my parent's house, to spend holidays. When I arrived I realized a tin of yellow ink had opened in my bag and basically... my brand new sketchbook is fucked up, which means I don't have anything to draw on for the moment and you know how good sketchbooks are hard to find, I'm gonna have to wait and order some on internet. My watercolor sheets are fucked up too. Oh, and of course, nearly all of my most recent original pieces are dead.
I've never felt so bad about myself, I feel like I've never screwed up anything like that. Sorry for the emo post, I'm not depressed actually, I'm more pissed.