it's... about 3:45 in the morning and i realize MINUTES ago that my brain-to-hand connection [as well as my short term visual memory] is s**t. i guess my skill to draw disappeared same time as my depression... DAMMIT!!
********... maybe i'll just 'write' ... for any who are kind enough to read this, the quote marks mean i can't actually write. i don't do cursive because i was scared into it and now i welcome that fear. ... as for my printing it was above average [almost magnum-opus worthy] until my first- no second grade teacher Mrs. Jones shot my self esteem down by insulting the fact that i was organized in my assignments and ADD enough to NOT doodle "Mrs. Stinkypoo" on my assignments. I'm ******** GLAD i almost took her head off with that chair. That diseased ******** c**t.
What was i talking about? oh yeah! :3 i'll just type snuff and slasher stories for now
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Moved to the account Hae-Oden. Waiting the 3 days before account-switching is final.