memoirsofayoungself

For the past three years, my heart's been feeling heavy. Seeing people succeed more than I am makes me jealous and long for that lifestyle. I don't belong to anyone. I genuinely believe I never will, even when it's most desired. It's not just love, it's friendship in general as well. I know I'm not the cutest, or the most interesting, or the most gifted. I'm not delusional. I know I'm ugly and I'm boring and I'm annoying and that I"m socially inept. I'm not utterly adored by anyone at all or anything like that. I know I'm disposable, but I swear I'm harmless. I'm not the hero. I'm not even the villain, nor am I an extra. I'm just not even co

I might as well make a journal update. It's summer of 2014 and I am incredibly bored yet incredibly occupied with a drawing one of my cousins so strongly desire for her business. I really. Don't want to do it but there's so much being asked for, and I already told her I'd be able to do it. Luckily she's giving me time. And until I get over that, I don't want to start anything else because it'll just throw me off, but there are LOTS of drawings that I NEED to digitalize. Literally. My sketches are cluttering my table. Also on a little personal note, this fall I'm going to university. Woo. Class of '14.

Moments like these must be relished. I'm going to refine some crumby concept art that I made throughout the school year and hopefully develop a decent plot with the characters. (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀) Urk…my grades make me feel depressed. ||OTL School is depressing in general. Sigh. One more year, Mitchel. Get good grades, okay? MAKE IT LAST. I'M TALKING TO YOU GUYS TOO