For the past few weeks, I've been in the "I don't wanna do anything" mode, meaning that I'm in my usual line of slightly depressed. Because I'm taking art class, depression doesn't equal drawing anymore, which sucks, cause if I had the time to just write and draw on my own terms, I'd probably feel slightly better.
Apparently, if depression is the equivalent of drawing, the stress is the equivalent of college - specifically art class.
This is probably because I'm very laid back and meek and art classes are basically the exact opposite - competitive and forceful... I miss my old ones were I learned stuff, but at the same time, I wasn't standing for three hours staight drawing a chair. (That's another thing- I miss drawing people, although I must admit that drawing this shell is pretty fun). But yes, that's my rant for the day on drawing classes.






Peace & Best!
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