So my Chemistry teacher has an Asian grading scale…
- A - Average
- B - Below Average
- C - Can’t eat dinner
- D - Don’t come home
- F - Find a new family
so accurate it’s sad tbh
"You’re inhaling smoke, emotionless, somewhere on a map,
unaware that I am falling flat.
And you will hurt me, and I deserve it.
You are not awake, and it’s nothing.
I want you so bad it’s devouring me, and I think I love you,
but you’ll never find out.”
And is it your fault? No, I think it’s my fault.
This week I decided to get back into working on art since it has been way too long. I think I’ve used watercolors twice in the last 8 years, so I figured I should work with those a lot more since I’ve heard tattooing is closer to watercolors than drawing. I’m debating on maybe actually taking a shot at that this time around? I don’t know… I’m just so unhappy with where I’m at in life right now. For now I’m just recreating others’ work to try to get the hang of watercolors before I get back to originals. I suck. Hopefully this is the start of something.