In this journal, I'm going to complain. Alot.
It's 22 degrees outside.
My fingers are so cold, that I can't even play guitar.
Today, one of my pairs of jeans ripped, figuring that I only have 2 pairs.
I'm falling behind on all this stuff all my friends want me to draw for them.
My hair looks like a ghetto rainbow.
I'm failing 3 classes.
I stretched my septum too big and it blew out.
I'm running out of ideas on what to bring to the table. (As in the next deviation.)
My drawing for [link] is turning out like total shit.
Someone brighten my day. plz <3









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When you try to speak but you make no s o u n d
&& the words you want are out of reach but they've never been so l o u d
- Marianas Trench
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Reach me by the email of;
sarah.core@live.com
NOT RIGHT NOW MOM I'M RAIDING
You're quite the adorable ho. 8D
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I do free, digital requests. c:
Hah! This comment made me smile all goofy-like :]
But, thank you ;D
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Reach me by the email of;
sarah.core@live.com
NOT RIGHT NOW MOM I'M RAIDING
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I do free, digital requests. c:
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