How I can't wait to get out of the house and move out on my own. I have a good, steady job. I love the people I work with. They seem like my family.. even more than my blood relatives.

I've been drawing more to my liking lately.
I can do it..

Though I'm still heartbroken and shit.. that doesn't really bother me anymore. I wish that I could have figured that out before I broke someone's heart.. I don't need to dwell on the past.. nor do I want to. I could care less if i have to live the rest of my life alone..

I'm happy with myself and I don't give two shits.

Here we go..



Fuck It All.


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Furcadia Portraits.

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go there.. damn it.