You come back onto devArt and realize how much junk is in your message box (7000+ to be exact)
How God-awful half of your art work was
You find your old sketchbook and you cry inside and maybe shed a tear on the outside
When you dip your brush into your cup of coffee....sigh
Your grades are shitty, but you can still get into any art school that you want
Your dad is still trying to convince you to not be an artist
When you realize that your art can totally be stolen when it's posted online but that is OKAY.

I need to update some more.

Oh my gawsh I have quite a bit more pieces to put up~

Junior year is hectic and just alefskjalsejf.
Hopefully I'm still alive by tomorrow because of midterms.

-Kara