SHOUTING AT YOU
I miss you guys!
I mean, I've only freaking met most of you like...
Maybe twice, three times at the most...
But I just read your journals and stuff...
And you all like the same things and talk about the same things...
And share all the same interests!
Tara, Hilda, Laika, Lori, Itsuka!
You guys are like... one person, I swear!
If you all didn't live so far!
No, I can't blame you guys.
Ahhh, maybe I'm just feeling lonely lately.
I'm bored with Maple Ridge
And people in Maple Ridge...
And all that shiiiit.
This is a piece of ass town.
Maybe I'll visit you guys?
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I'm completely drained of all inspiration lately.
All the things I liked are starting to feel crusty and overdone.
I need something to slap me in the face and go
"REMEMBER WHY YOU WANTED TO BE AN ARTIST YET?"
Have I made the wrong choice?
My mom was trained in art by the best of the best.
Her tutor did a commission for the Queen.
For. The. Fucking. Queen.
Like... if my mom is trained by someone like that
And now won't even draw a doodle...
What's left for me?
Am I destined to give it up too?
That's stupid, I know, but I can't help thinking about it.
I just...
Ugh.
I hate this town.
I hate the people in this town.
I hate my art.
I hate hate hate everything right now.
WHAAATEVER. I'll just sleep it off.