Exhausted.
Six hours of sleep just doesn't cut it.
Let alone, it's RAINING today! -_-
My pants are soaked and so are my shoes.
And I have 30 mins left until my next class.

In art class today, my teacher drew a charcoal portrait of one of the students.
Needless to say, he is amazing. I am truly jealous.
and hungry. mnerr

So, I has a new deviation.
It's in scraps cuz it's not finished.

Enjoi!

I HAS PRISMACOLOR PENCILS! ^_^

*drawdrawdraw*

hopefully I'll have new stuff up soon

For some reason I feel rather reflective at this moment sitting in the school library. The keyboard space key is rather loud and obnoxious and I'm taking in other sounds as I type. The other spacebars being used by the other students in here. I wonder if mine is more dominant than theres. It feels like it to me. But then again if I was them I would feel that theirs was louder than mine. I supposed I only see something as big a deal as I make it in my head. I don't have to impress people. No, I really don't. I don't have to be like anyone. I must be like myself. I have a few options. I could either not be myself and be a fake, denying that I am in fact a genuine creation and there is no other like me. I could complain about how I am and reject who I am and in turn build a shell around me and no one would ever get to know me. Or I can be myself despite how my own self appears at times. And then I can work on being a better version of myself instead of being a different version of me.
I am me.

...There's something about this grey.

Why do people kill?
Why do people make fun of people?