Well crapolaI promised--I SWORE--that I'd begin doing something here constructive this year; but so far nada. Even if it was just scanning some penciled sketches in, I'd do something. Nada. I'm so freaking swamped right now at work--and by 'work,' I mean taking phone calls in a call center--that when I get home, I just go to sleep. Wash, rinse, repeat. Too broken and too tired to do anything else...too tired to WANT to do anything else.
This life sucks.
There is a bright side, though: if I'm too tired to draw, nobody will be able to tell how much I really do suck.
Depression's a bitch. Ask anyone who's ever had a bad case of it.
Hopeless
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Please! This is supposed to be a happy occasion. Let's not bicker and argue over who killed who.
*hands you a new pencil*
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I'm fuckin' it real.
A rose blooms in the desert.
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I'm fuckin' it real.
A rose blooms in the desert.
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Mardon me, Padam, I believe you are occupewing my pye.
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I'm fuckin' it real.
A rose blooms in the desert.
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Mardon me, Padam, I believe you are occupewing my pye.
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(Avatar by VonCrowd, cuz she is teh awsum.)
<3
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Live life to the fullest, you never know when your leaving!!
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