Gouache

i quit painting. i hate painting. fuck painting.
going back to pencil, less headaches and more fun


CAHSEE test today and tomorrow, i was falling a sleep and my essay was horrible. how the fuck am i suppose to write about a person who makes the community better... i made up a president, it was really bad. but can't wait for the math test, i hope it isn't that hard.

a lil bit a somethin' , i miss winter.

p.s. Angelina Jolie and Matt Damon, i trust you guys. and i quit painting.

gee

going back to visit cypress = going back to a fob.

rough cut

a lot of people i miss come out in my dream, even people that i don't miss. but none of their face is in it, i dont even hear their voice.
i feel like i'm missing something really important.

it's spring, or the weather feels like it's summer, i hate it; there should be at least some cold wind.

p.s. i feel fake, where is the real me.