I'm true. I'm too nice. I trust too easily. I'm a little insane. No joke. I'm often depressed. Its a disease, you know. I love literature. I love to write, I love to express what spoken words cannot. I'm afraid of the common pains in life. I'm afraid that I'll accidentally let someone in, and they'll destroy my whole soul. I envy those who can draw things with such beauty and clarity that I've only ever dreamed of.
I've never been perfect. I've never been truly happy. I've never been noticed, but I've always dreamed.
... I'm still not abled to draw or submit or write with you guys. and today I had my first day of work experience. It's fun, but also hard work :P Hop to see you soon, I miss you all D:
... but I won't be able to be here as often as I want. I will of course answer all of your comments and stuff, but submitting and talking to you won't be able that often.
But feel free to write me anyway, I WILL answer, I promise!
See ya!