life sucks after 2018
I honestly didn't think I'd be back in this shell of an account years later. Time skip, I'm now 24 turning 25 and life just sucks, it sucks so bad because I thought I was getting a hang of it but it just took a shot right at my face. The last time I was here I was a depressed teena(n)ger of 17 blogging about the difficulty of choosing what shoe to wear to class to look edgy, boots or my Converse. I guess I still had it easy back then thinking it was the end of the world because of shoes. Now its either take this job you just stumbled upon or risk time to create a "better" portfolio to get a somewhat better job and be dirt poor for the next few months, staring at the ceiling wondering what the hell happened. Guess what I chose? The first one really, I need the money. But hey I promised myself that I wouldn't lose track and sight of what my goal isโ to be a successful artist or at least just have income with my work. Hence, tomorrow I'm due for training at my supposedly new job with a salary of 341 dollars per month to pay off my loans and debt. I'll try to get back in here more often from here on because my thoughts are just grilling. Warmly, Peregrine
