Dude?

I really like the project were working on in art😁

Contoured line: done😎

Watercolor: we'll see😉

1, 2, 3.

1. Started: preschool

Left: 6 weeks into 4th

2. Started: 6th grade

Left: halfway into 9th

3. Started(late): 9th(repeat)/10th

Leaving: after attending the 1st week we have back from winter break.

I'll be leaving soon.

Hopefully to get my GED, and

Hopefully then: college

Maybe get a degree-

In art

Or in psychology.

Hopefully

I find a job

And learn to drive-

Or at least ride a bike.

But

No matter what-

I'll be leaving.

...

I'm sorry.

Me: *finds a thing that i like that isnt problamatic unless taking out of context and given malicious intent through biased descriptions*

Person: *does that*

Me brain: you are no longer allowed to like this thing because if you do then you're a terrible person and your inevitable murder is justified because you'd deserve it.

Me: ... ok..

Kid always looks both ways before crossing and tries to keep people out of the road... i- am sad.

*gestures wildly at these work of art*

*and the work of art's beautiful drawings*

I /was/ gonna make a post about how sad and lonely I am and how badly I want someone/anyone to want Me- but then my cat started playing with a ball of painter's tape that I'd left on the floor and I remembered that I fucking love cats and life is good, actually!

I started listening to WTNV...

And I just need to ask two quick questions:

1. How is Cecil not dead/why haven't any of the things he's not supposed to talk about (management, the shape in the park, etc.) killed him yet????

2. Does Carlos not listen to the radio or is he very much aware that Cecil is completely infatuated with him and just kinda goes with it, 'cause that's a mood??? (I think I've seen people saying they get married? And I'm like?? Cecil dreams actually coming true??? What????)

I should probably point out that I've only listened to the first 6 episodes...

Here's a tiny room Tucked behind my ears And hidden in my head The person I want to be The things I want to see The books I want to read Are cluttered in that room Somewhere in my head I don't know where But There's a window And two chairs, Plants I don't recognize And paintings Of people I don't know One lamp For light It's all the- Sticks - stones - words That could ever hurt me Piled up under one roof And stacked On one shelf There's one corner I can hide in And plenty of things To hold And places to sit To think I never want to leave My little room In my head

Digital baby boy(Moomin)