Yesterday, when I was painting a building, my drunk friend kept yelling at me and saying everything I was doing was wrong in the rudest way possible.. then called me a bitch, in my anger I killed a little white moth.

That little white moth was not causing any harm, but I just smashed it out of the air out of anger.

I feel sorry for the little poor moth.. I picked up its little dead body and set it outside and burned a candle and a few of my hairs in respect.

Perhaps I'll draw a moth in respects to it too - seeming how I've been at a serious lack of skill or inspiration of drawing..