RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Graphics is the reason that I am gonna die tomorrow. And why I can't have the freaking cheesecake.
But of course that won't matter if I die from exhaustion first.
I HATE GRAPHICS WORK.
IHATEGRAPHICSWORKIHATETHISSTUPIDKETTLEIHATESTUPIDCONSTRUCTIONDRAWINGSIHATEPENCILSIHATEERASERSIHATELINESIHATERULERSIHATEPERFECTDRAWINGSIHATEPRINTINGIHATEMYTEACHERIHATEA2SIZEDRAWINGSIHATEMECHANICALSANDWHATEVEROTHERCRAPTHISNCEAPUTSOUTIHATEITIHATEITIHATEIT!
I'ma gonna go off and cry now.
Or I might go get myself food poisoning.
Later that night. (8:49pm)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WHY DID I EVER CHOOSE TO DO GRAPHICS?!? WHAT THE HECK WAS I THINKING???
One minute later....
"THIS IS HOME. NOW I FINALLY WHERE I BELONGGGGGGGGGG, WHERE I BELONG. YEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH THIS IS HOME. I'VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR A PLACE OF MY OWN, NOW I'VE FOUND IT AND MAYBE THIS IS HOMEEEEEEEE, THIS IS HOMEEEEEEEEE. NOW I KNOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW."
I sing when I'm stressed.
Think I'm developing into 3 types of crazy now.
