eleven :(/ portait..kinda not
I know horrible. Fucking junk. Heard it millions of times. Okay, it was supposed to be abstract. That's all
Art supplies
Pencils
Erasers
Color pencils
Time out of math class or so because who the fuck cares about it?
Escuse my mood. I had really, really bad insomnia and legit cried since night and through school. I went home and fell asleep for hours in the car as my mom shopped because I couldn't even hold myself up. I'm sorry I'm complaining but it feels like whatever you know? I just had a really bad day. Fucking hate today and the weekend that pasted. *Screams*
Okay. I'm sorry. Just had to vent.
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