Life is Beautiful.

what the fuck?

Ok so now i'm going to starts saying as much shit as I want to out loud when  no one is around to hear it. Starting off with how the fuck am I going to make a life out of myself? Where is my art going? And why since oh I don't know 8th grade, (yeah let's go with that) 8th grade I have classified myself as a certified nut job. That's right no followers a fucking crazy person. I think it allll started when my fucking enraging HORMONES KICKED IN. That's it. I'm done.

I've got no plans and too much time. I feel too restless to unwind.

AP Art.

This is killing me. I hate myself so fucking much for taking all of my break over to work on these motherfucking projects. This SUCKS. I'm eliminating myself from the world.

Prom

It's my worst nightmare. After spending 5 hours and hearing my mothers voice I want to smash my face into a pole and wait for blood to come out. I can't ever seem to make a good decision about picking out a good dress for myself. And every time I find a good one, my mother decides it's too revealing or something just looks bad about it. Anyway I still have no prom dress, and my life might as well be over. I swear if I was a dude life would be so simple.

Reflection

Something I have been arguing with myself for ages. I want to make a difference. I want to break out of my skin.

Morning.

I have always enjoyed mornings. It's a time when there is a lack of acknowledgments  to the world. I get my alone time and no one in my family gives a damn till 12 p.m.