"You'll sit alone forever if you wait for the right time.
What are you hoping for?"

I have come to the conclusion that I hate time. It's been nothing but cruel to me. Speeding up when I want it to go slowly. Stretching on into infinity when I'm desperately waiting for something. I mean, what did I do? What past faux pas landed me with the wrath of poor psychological time management? Maybe it was that watch I accidentally ran over on my skateboard once...



Next 3 days = BLANK
Next 6 days after that = Super fun happy time of which the like shall never be seen again and I shall lay on my deathbed in 60 years time with the memories on my mind and the stories on my lips.
Next inconceivable amount of days after that = BLANK...blah blah blah aunts wedding blah blah christmas blah new year blah blah


Woot for moving to Wagga on a more permanent residence kinda way after that. Doubt I'd survive feeling like and being treated like a 14 year old here at home until half way through February. I've officially out grown living at home to the point its driving me crazy, and I've only been back a couple of days. Never underestimate the power of making your own decisions.


So enough of my grouchy old rants. I'll probably be so utterly bored I'll do a ton of shitty artworks. Look forward to it *sarcasm*