I like how school has eaten up the majority of my time, making me either tired or stressed about to-be-done assignments. I wish I could just draw decently or finish writing something.
But the worst part?
I still have nine more months of this.
I like how I wanted this to be my art dump, but now it acts as a random blog.
Like a boss.
When I was ten, I cried when I ran out of Pokeballs while trying to catch a desired Pokemon.
SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT WHAT IS GOING ON HERE.
—American Trash, Innerpartysystem