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Mar. 26th, 2002
Hooray, depressed again.
Mar. 26th, 2002 10:27 pmAll three of the colored-pencil fairies I've done lately are on the wall next to me. They've been there for several weeks now. I like to glance up at them from time to time and think about how nice the rain one looks, anyway, even if the other two are screwed up.
Just now I had the very strong urge to reach up and tear them all down and rip them into pieces.
There's also another picture I did with my Prismacolors, but it came out all horribly wrong and I hated it so it's buried in a pile of papers instead of being on the wall. The urge is even stronger -- and still going on -- to find it and tear it into pieces.
I want to break something, ruin something. Or to hug someone. But it wouldn't be a good idea to do the one, and it's impossible to do the other. So all I can do is sit here and think about how pathetic I am, that I can't even stay happy for 24 hours straight.
Just now I had the very strong urge to reach up and tear them all down and rip them into pieces.
There's also another picture I did with my Prismacolors, but it came out all horribly wrong and I hated it so it's buried in a pile of papers instead of being on the wall. The urge is even stronger -- and still going on -- to find it and tear it into pieces.
I want to break something, ruin something. Or to hug someone. But it wouldn't be a good idea to do the one, and it's impossible to do the other. So all I can do is sit here and think about how pathetic I am, that I can't even stay happy for 24 hours straight.
