Week five.

Tomorrow week five begins.
I feel like I'm going to vomit.
I'm so anxious, and lonely, and stressed, and tired.
I just want to cry and sleep.
What the hell is wrong with me?


Digweed

Oh look, an art.

So, just some ish that I did.  Gaia ish, that is.  The one isn't finished, clearly.  But someday.  It's very time-consuming to draw.  I miss it.
I think I'll go post some old ish now.
Or maybe later.
Is anyone out there?

Digweed

Dearest two followers.

This blog here that I have:
Isn't this supposed to be for art and whatever?
Somebody, please: keep me in check.

Love,
Digweed

The voice I never had.

Linkin Park is coming out with a new album, and
I
am
so
happy.

For so long, their music has brought me so many emotions.
They speak music on a core level I really connect with.

For now, I'm shuffling through all their albums, reminiscing.
Over the years, a great deal of the music has been very stimulating,
emotionally, creatively.
And even now, I feel overwhelming joy when I listen to these songs.

Also, the sun just came out, which means
time for homework.


Peacin',
Digweed

Hell week.

Hell week is over, thank God.
It's seems the third week of every term is extremely busy,
ergo, we call it Hell week.

But really, I've been cut off from the social world since school started again.
It's sad, but I manage.
I think more so than anything, my brain is tired.
I want to sleep.
I want to draw.
I want to knit, sew, bake, garden, exercise, read, write, be, create, work, play, x, y, and z.

Maybe this summer;
maybe never.


Digweed