It's 5 am in the morning, I haven't gotten a wink of sleep, been looking back at my past to reminisce and I just remembered that I had a Wattpad Account.
Well here I am back again, already in college (struggling mind you, wish me well _:('ཀ'」 ∠):)
trying to pursue a career that I'm only interested in and not what I want, trying to enjoy my time in this world, lost and gained people that I cherish with my life, and hopefully become a better person from it. Looking back I've grown a lot, not only art wise but in life as well.I'm glad to be alive, still fighting to be the best I can be for me and for my loved ones.
I know this is getting sappy but I can't help it ; n ; nostalgia makes me emo fr fr
I have a voice in my head thats telling me to continue coming back and try to make stories of my own, something to remember myself by, like a time capsule but only for myself and maybe others could enjoy. Whilst working on getting back at the quality of my writing with how it used to be.
Who knows? I might listen to the voice, come back and actually do some writing/drawing and just post it on here.
Who knows..
- Red
YOU ARE READING
pictures to express / art book
Non-FictionThis is just super aids. Lmao -2018 Edit || 2023 : Mostly pictures and stuff if you like art you might like mine (๑╹ω╹๑ )