Dear diary,
I got tired of writing [right now].
My hormones are being uncooperative and I am subsisting on mixed nuts and water. I just yelled at my mother over a pair of slippers, which is the stupidest thing to do, yes, I know. Bad daughter.
The good news is, I’m drawing again [or, I am posting my drawings online]. This means, if you exist, you should go see it [both of it, yeah], because my art is a very whiny bitch avid for attention – it’s been a part of my cerebral hemispheres since I was 5 years old. How horrible is that?
XOXO,
Lyza