fly by night

I've been thinking about progress. like how it's possible to have so many things going on but not end up with any real product. I have a struggle with progress by constantly think of it as something linear. sometimes i have an idea or personal project and i can never finished it because I can't work fast enough that I don't lose interest in it before it's complete, or I can't get away from it because what if I leave and never want to come back? even if it's for yourself, don't become too indulged.

except in different outfits

i think usually by this point, people stop spending a great deal of time creating imaginary characters so they could think up of what kind of outfits they might wear

not going to places

i started painting again, at first to fill the empty frames littered around my house, but then i've been getting into it. The stroke of the brush against paper feels so supple and nice in a non-sexual way. buying some art supplies for the first time in like a year also gives you a high too.

i wish i could leave the planet

work-in progress?
or not.
you know those wips never get finished anyway

shed a little tear

!!!! i was planning this comic for so long but it's not coming out. it's like i'm artistically constipated. weep.

all my clothes suck II

so ideally, i will aim to be able to have all my stuff fit in around 3 suitcases.

all my clothes suck

I think that by nature, almost all kids are hoarders. I use to be a hoarder, possibly because I was a kid for damn long time. i have finally (hopefully) gotten rid of my attachments to pretty material things, probably because i no longer have time to dust them.