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something I put together to get back into practice a bit, I like doing stuff like this, a simple lovely dress, big glimmering orb in the night sky. So romantic #2dart #okami_kun_art #moon #fancy #screwhashtags #commentifyouagreeaboutthemoonanddress https://www.instagram.com/p/CY-iu74Nb3Y/?utm_medium=tumblr

Love 💓 Games 🎮, Peace ☮️

#art #screwhashtags (at Los Angeles, California)

Tiny sketch. #comicbookart #sketch #makingcomics #unnecessaryhashtags #screwhashtags

"Welcome back to freshman year losers," the AP biology teacher greets. Sadly, I still don't know his name. "You have about four more weeks to complete this project now. Since you've had three months or so to work on it, I better have my mind blown," he instructs. "It sounds like you need something else of yours blown," Philip mutters under his breath. "I assure you random student, I am happily ace and STI free, thank you very much," the teacher eloquently says. "Anyways," He goes on "You guys pretty much have free periods for the next weeks of this project, so use them wisely!" Lachlan and I share a glance. "Be free!" Mr.Teacher flaps his arms wildly. Despite me not knowing his name, I like him. I walk up to Lachlan as he packs his binder together. "Where to, Columbus?" He asks. "I don't know maybe we'll find Jaws and he'll show us the way," I slyly smirk. "Asshole," Lachlan lightly punches my arm. I laugh "Sorry, had to sneak one in there." The taller of us just rolls his eyes. "Computer lab?" We walk out of the class. "Sounds like a plan," I nod. Down the hallway, I see Noelle and Jason holding hands. As they walk, they swing their arms. A blush rises to my cheeks. If I could do that with Lachlan... "Oh yeah, I forgot to thank you!" I exclaim. He gives me a puzzled look. "What're ya talking about?" Those eyes full of wonder make my heart swell. Dear lord, I'm becoming a poet. "How did you know I liked Totoro?" I raise an eyebrow. He puts a finger to his lips and winks. That's hot. "A great magician never tells his secrets," he says huskily. "Or they're really creepy and stalkerish," I scoff "Either way, I really like my present." Lachlan's eyes brighten. "R-really!?" He seems genuinely surprised. "Yeah man. I should probably give you something too," I chuckle nervously. "A good grade on this project would be preferable," the conversation ends there. Everything seems like it's out to make me a fool. And trust me, that's the last thing I want. Lachlan says something to himself and starts snorting. "You good?" A smile creeps onto my face. Lachlan trips and bumps into the wall dropping his books. "Shit," he curses. His face is bright pink. I fight to hold back my hysteria. "Are you alright Lachlan?" Snickers slip out every now and then. He nods and smiles. "I was just thinking that a D would be pretty good," he mutters. He thinks I didn't hear it. "D's are nice in their own special way," I elbow him in the side. His blush turns darker. We both laugh as we walk into the computer lab together.

Indeed I have been here for a while, but I have been inactive. So many things have happened all at once, and it seems like so much. I, like so many have encountered....life, dare I say. To be honest I really have no idea what to say here. My therapist says that writing in a journal is therapy on a private level. So, what can I say, here I am giving it my best shot because I can't say that anything else I have tried has done any good. My brain sucks to sum things up, assuming anyone cares to read this. I find that I am lacking in friends, and I am lacking in support, and I am lacking in the most important thing I think, Love. Yes, the most cliche and over used excuse for depression and anxiety, is that I fear being alone forever. I fear that no one outside of my family will love me, like romantically....and I don't know what to do about it. I could just categorize it with all of the other things that I can't have, and that would be in the "you have to have money to have it" category. Oh well, I suppose this little unorganized rant has helped my mood a little bit. So, to you whoever has had the misfortune of stumbling upon my ugly depressing ideology, I say thank you for listening...or reading, or whatever.

I have NO IDEA what this is, but IT JUST GOT BLOGGED.