Oh goodness. I almost forgot about my little blog. So much has happened these past months that it has completly slipt my mind.
Life is swell. School is dandy, and being back in a show has put my creativity and mood into better terms.
You know what sucks about being an artist? Having a sensitive side. It makes me care too much about having that someone. I know I shouldn't care, but it's hard when you feel like that is the thing missing in your life.
It's well established that everyone has a body, and a soul. Our soul is either new to the world, childish yet free, or old, full of experience but hard.
I know my soul is old. I knit for a hobby. I lack patience for anyone who doesn't have at least a high level of maturity. It's been through a lot, even though I've only been around for sixteen years. I feel as if all the life lessons we're supposed to learn on our journeys I've already experienced, and I'm just waiting to see the next event that happens.
CSSSA acceptance/denial letter should be here any day now. Had my first anxiety attack in anticipation. Try not to get one - they really suck.
