Ok so I haven't been active
for a long time
I miss spending my days here. I also had more friends back then. Even tough I was an immature kid with horrible art skills.
I'll pass on the moaning; nobody wants to read that.
It's kinda funny how I am currently shooting quick looks at my old journal entry and I'm basically repeating myself. The difference would be in the maturity of my writing. At least I hope so. I used to be more wise when I was way way younger, I miss that a bunch.
I'll try to post stuff. I've been told it will help with my psyche issues I am currently having. I don't know. I was advised to write that. So I am.MY TUMBLR: hannoccitty.tumblr.com/I am there most of the time - definitely more often in comparison to DAMY ART ONLY TUMBLR: burakotka.tumblr.com/I post more wips there (or I try at least)
That's it for now! Smooches! If anyones alive, please comment.
Nie chce mi się po polsku tego na nowo pisać . Jeśli ktoś tutaj żyje, to ja żyję również, połowicznie, będę postować częściej. Jeśli ktoś tu jeszcze jest aktywny, nie bać się i dać mi znać - sam fakt mi pomoże.
FURTHER RAMBLE, you don't have to bother reading:
I have deleted my Facebook (well, I paused it, but until I don't log in it doesn't exist; fine by me), terminated my LastFM account - I am trying to dissapear.
I am not handling the responsibilities which are bestowed on my shoulders. I do not have much, and this adds further loads to it.
Because I am privileged. I am not in poverty, I am living in a prosperous country, I do not suffer from any family issues problems aftermath or anything. I am in my 20's ish, I have to start thinking about my future. About my career.
I have no skills. I am mediocre at everything, sometimes even worse. I don't even know how I survived that long - sheer luck?
I gave up on being an illustrator. I am not cut for it. My style isn't appealing and I cannot advertise myself. Serves me right.
I am afraid to leave my house, I cry and I don't sleep for ages, to sleep 24 hours in a row afterwards.
I am fabulously good at pretending, I must say. I even tell people what I am going through (not all of it, but I am quite frank), and it bothers them, but it soothes their worries, ironically.
I am both above it all and beneath it