Well, hello again, you. That person sitting on the other side of this screen that might or might not read what I have to say. What's there to say about a girl who is clinically depressed and has a hard time talking to people most times? A lot, but nothing you would want to hear. Sob stories a plenty when it comes to me. Like how I've had to go to 7 funerals in the past two years, how my weight has figuritively held me down, about lots of things, but none important enough that you couldn't just ask me in a regular day conversation.
It's.. Thursday morning? Well, at least I think it is. Either way, just another night of no sleep and talking to the most awesome person ever. I've talked to people online about more in my brain process than anyone has heard me say with my own words leaving past chapped lips closed too long. If you see me, that's why my head is down, or I'm untalkitive, is because I have to think about what to say, to make sure it's the right thing, at the right time, with the right person and the exactly right place. Not to mention the words by themselves.
I've almost given up on drawing, or anything artistic. Photography *sniff*, drawing, music, poetry, prose, digital art, etc. I've learned all that gives you is a nice pat on your ass since no one can give real critiques face to face. Trust me, I've only had one person point out flaws wrong with things I drew, and even she sugar coated it so much it left a bad taste afterwards.
Well, My computer's going to shit, so to speak. I'm missing a key, my left mouse button has collapsed, it acts up/shuts down if overheated, it has an annoying pixilated green line going from top to bottom. Good news, at the moment, I have a count of 21 stickers, which is not a lot, but it looks pretty cool. I was hoping to get more before my computer started acting up again, but oh well.
I want to join a club soon, but I don't know which one, since I'm not out spoken enough for spoken word, there's not an art club, I guess you had to sign up a while ago to be apart of the gay/straight alliance thing, William Who isn't until spring, and I can only play tennis well, and that's over and stuff.
That's all for now,
Nicole.
