Listening to Morrissey consoles me when I can't draw anything.
I haven't been updating and I'm not what you would call inspired, so this will be a pointless, yet necessary, entry, I'm afraid.
I am completely dreading high school. I really am. The idea makes me want to vomit.
This is going to mold who I am. And I'm nowhere near ready.
I want to be like Macon and Madison.
If you know who they are, marry me, promptly.
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