A Complete Distress

I did draw this during nirmana class. The last nirmana class in the second semester of Interior Design and I don't know whether I should keep going or resign from this major. I guess I'd rather be an illustrator than an Interior designer, it's pretty hard you know. When the thing I create is not me, not from who I really am. I've gone wrong after all this time and it's stressful. I want to escape this. I want to cry every time I think about it. But, I've been seriously considering it for a long time as well. The reason screamed out at me like an erratic splash of black on a pure white canvas, I can't help. It kills me slowly. I think, I need to let myself go and break away.