Since I sat and asked death to just take me.
To seriously stop, and just ask to go.
But that's where I am again tonight.
And i'm going insane.
So who let me be an idiot and schedule back to back 6-7 hour long classes on Thursdays?
I'm in a class room from 9am -9:45 pm. Just drawing naked people all day. ALL DAY. i get to take two one hour-ish breaks for food, but other than that just sitting/ standing and drawing non stop.
I'm so tired. and Dammit my shoulder hurts. meh meh meh.
complain complain complain.
Siiiiiiiiigh. I guess that's just what comes with being an art student... as well as incredibly stupid -_-
I was a fool to think that it had left me. I had never had almost two months in a row of being neutral and happy. So like an idiot I let myself believe that maybe things were going good. Maybe whatever had been causing me to be so unhappy all these years had vanished.
....and then the he night before my birthday I started to feel anxious and sad again.
And now its at the point where i'm constantly on the verge of tears.
My legs can't handle staying still, everything frustrated the hell out of me and makes me want to cry. I'm so ..... sad.
So i'm 22 now.
Crazy.
... I dunno.
I feel weird.
Kinda bummed that some people I really care about aren't around to celebrate with me.
But life goes on.
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