hey, do you think therapists have scitsaphrenia (however you spell that)? you know like, if they have a problem they talk to themselves about it? because, most of my friends come to me for advice (and for some reason i give good advice..) but who do i go to? like, i have this problem, i feel like i'm having troble drawing. and anyone i ask (except my sister, she would say i suck and leave it at that..) would say something like, "omg abigail you tard! you're the best artist i know!" but I don't think i am!! i was trying to make a new charecter today, but i couldn't get the face right! i want to make him look alittle like lyoid from code geas, because he's my favorite charecter 'cause he's so freakin' cute♥ i love his voice and eyes♥ oh! i could just die! (still love michael more♥) but, i guess he's too cute for me to handle.. but since the style is so different from what i usally do, it's hard for me and it's making me depressed because i can't do it. i can invision him, i just can't put it on paper. it should't be that hard! what is wrong with me!? soon i won't be able to draw at all, and with that gift gone, what's left for me? a freak show for a weirdo who doesn't get misqueto bites and can lick her elbow? when you spend almost 13 years practicing one thing, you either do it, or work at a fast food resteraunt for the rest of your life. i am so effing tired of getting the "there's nothing wrong with the way you draw" speech! i tired of getting it from friends and family and even more tired of saying it to myself to make me feel better! i want super brutal honesty, right now!
this is the best picture in my sketch book! tell me what you think. be honest!
edit: monday again! here's your page:
my friends say this page is intense. i hope you think so too♥ today was the first day of high school. and i'm half way happy to say that my predictions have not come true. well, yet anyway. according to my magic notebook, i should be seeing an old friend soon. but aside from my weird magics, i love high school♥ except my math class. i have homework already. i hate math. stupid lucky brother has the best teacher in the district. i swear the 2 years she taught me were the only years i knew anything about history. *sigh* i wish i were in 8th grade.. *sigh* no one reads these journals.
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