Nov 06, 2010 15:00
Funny how whenever I feel like posting anything about being upset, I go over and over it in my mind, almost rehearsing it, then don't go through with it. Maybe that's why I never talk with people: because I play out the conversations in my head.
The short version since I don't talk to anybody on here anymore anyways: I fail. I couldn't manage to get one damn thing from someone off Craigslist, so why should I be surprised that I can't find a way to draw things people will enjoy and make a modest living off of it?
Fuck my worthless existence.
fuckfuckfuck,
volumes of issues,
life: fml,
art: talk,
pointless bitching