FlyAwayFairy

The 10th of January was my 21st birthday. I don't feel 21. I don't look 21. I'm not really sure what to make of it, but I thought I should just let everyone know that I'm very confused with myself at this time and this probably will impact my art one way or another. As of right now I have yet another scary issue: I seem to be finding no interest in drawing/painting whatsoever. I've been dealing with major depression for some time now, and art doesn't seem to be cutting it for me. Writing has, as I've blissfully discovered, helped me way more than it ever has in the past. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?! I'll leave you with this ol' chaps: Could th

Trying to write an essay about Edgar Allan Poe is rather depressing. Especially on St. Patty's day.   I respect him as a writer, but I mean, come on Poe!  Stop killing everyone!!! It's getting ridiculous. Although I must say, I do enjoy darker literature.....mwuahahahahha!!!!

Hey everyone!  My birthday was yesterday, the 10th of January.  I turned 19 years old.  It kinda makes me sad to think that it is my last teen year.  I still feel like a kid. Dunno what else to say.  =/ I was a princess.