- Listening to: The End by My Chemical Romance
- Reading: Anansi Boys by Neil Gaimon (again...)
- Watching: Grey's Anatomy
- Playing: Perfect Dark 64
- Eating: Mah roomie's Organic Applesauce. o_O
- Drinking: Gatorade
This is really hard for me.
No, not the journal entry, I've been blogging since my sophomore year in high school.
This. DeviantART itself.
Yeah, yeah, it's really fun, you can post your artistic whatnots and get comments, look at other people's artistic bits and comment on them, make friends, yada yada.
Alright, I can handle looking at other people's stuff. I can handle making comments on their things. I enjoy it, a lot. You people are incredibly talented.
I just...I dunno. I make vauge attempts at art. I say vauge because I would never define them as such. People've been pushing me lately to try new stoofs, and just see what happens. So. Erm. I guess...I guess I will?
I'm not artistic. At all.
Right now I'm fighting the urge to just delete the whole account, get rid of everything. What's the point? I can make a new account just for commenting and favoriting stuff. Why the HECK am I posting things?
It's not like I'll ever do anything that's actually worth any notice. I dunno. I really dislike this feeling, like everyone's going to secretly be laughing at this pathetic girl who fails at life. >_> Meh. Whatever. It's only the internet, I s'pose.