Sometimes it feels as if my life is this never-ending cycle of misery. Honestly. The last month and a half have been complete hell. Ok i had found a job i actually enjoyed. but the life at home with a psychotic bitch roommate exploded violently and i moved out and into.... nowhere. ended up quitting the job and trying to move back home the next day when my car DIED like 45 miles outside of the city! *should have never quit that job....* then i had to wait a week on my aunts couch for my mom to come and pick me up. but its been awful. thats not the entire story of what happened but its the gist. oh yea did u also mention that my favorite great aunt died and i had to attend the funeral.

Recovery is taking time. i mean, my bruises are gone.. but my throat still hurts from where she tried to strangle me. I realized i have low self esteem... isn't that weird? But yea... it does make a little sense. So i have to deal with THAT on top of my piling bills. life is great, huh.

In other news... im working on some fashion sketches right now. Experimenting with sharpie and watercolor combined with color pencils. Its a process, for sure. Its a problem rendering fabrics with watercolor on such small sketches.....