火曜日 Tuesday.

Who can take me back twenty years ago and let me live a life where others paid for my things? Because I really need a new laptop that can draw pictures, God I hate being an adult.

Whenever I get into writing, my life takes me away from my writing environment.
          
          In short, now I want to return to the original, embrace the company of paper and pen, and my colored pencils.
          
          Since the will of the universe refuses to let me write, I will paint.

Now I have to be in the hospital 12h a day and away from my desk and laptop WTF.

First I was an adult who didn't graduate from college, then I became a seamstress, then a cashier, then a painter and beating scene decorations expert, and now I'm probably going to be a barista.
          
          I'm a design major, so I don't know what went wrong, but well, at least they were fun.