Grad school rejection hurts like a fucking bitch.
I know this is me being ungrateful but wow it hurts it hurts it hurts

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Grad school rejection hurts like a fucking bitch.
I know this is me being ungrateful but wow it hurts it hurts it hurts
I’m dying of period cramps today, but I’ll be damned it I don’t finish up that fucking Clandestine blog, I’ve spent way too long on it I’m so sorry Jesus christ
“lean baaack you said I could be the tall one this time!!”
I just want to go back to bed...
I feel stupid, I feel horrible. I feel like my ““‘art”““ has plateaued and is going no where. What’s the point? Who cares!? I can’t seem to improve and I feel stuck and blocked. I know what I’d have to do to make my art better, study life drawing, grab whatever reference photos I like and just draw, draw, draw. But like, I don’t care. It feels pointless. My only purpose is to go to work on the weekdays and come back home at night.
supposed to storm really bad here in a bit and tbh I just wanna go lay under the tree outside my apartment and let nature takes its course
on an unrelated note, I'm starting to think I might have PMDD?
to the ppl who straight up yell in my hallway: why? does the concept of inside voices mean nothing to you? can your friends and children not hear you unless you scream at 100 decibels? youre 600 ft away and i can hear everything youre saying from my desk. and also. shut up
me: im not that high also me: god am i being annoying? are my tags annoying? am i gonna get blocked by all my mutuals for adding shitty unfunny tags to their posts??? am i