Just to
Come see me some time.

I'll still get on this account to check the inbox, because I'm too lazy to watch all these people again. T^T However, all uploads will go to from now on.

Oh, and sorry for being so emo lately.

Thanks for those who commented on my journal. It was really sweet of you.

I've started cleaning my gallery out, but it's hard to let go,
you know?

I've been thinking, maybe I'll move to my new account. Maybe I need a new start.

I hope that's it.

sor·row (sŏr'ō, sôr'ō
n.

1. Mental suffering or pain caused by injury, loss, or despair. See synonyms at regret.
2. A source or cause of sorrow; a misfortune.
3. Expression of sorrow; grieving.


I thought I did the right thing, but hindsight tells me no.

You guys probably shouldn't support me anymore. I think I'm going to clean out of DA, including my new account.

It kinda started off AAGHHH TAT. Mr. Lindsay yelled at me in the morning, then an hour later he called me down to his office and yelled at me again.

But overall today was a better day.


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*note to self: must con into art trading.
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Yesterday was a very bad day.

Today was also a very bad day.
My neighbor parked at the end of our driveways (they intersect), and when I was pulling out I backed right the fuck into his van. So I didn't go to school today. I sat at home looking up information on music and art (1914-1919), converted all of my expanded Steel drum music onto a sheet a piece, and ate goldfish.
Now I'm going to have to make up gym class, get my English project ready for tomorrow, and maybe see if I can work some more hours (because I gave the $400+ I was saving for the end of the year school trips to my mom to help with the repairs).

Life sucks.

Oh yeah, and now everyone's going to think I'm an even worse driver than when I backed into my drum major's dark red car at fucking midnight last year.

Screw this.


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*note to self: must con into art trading.
clubs