I don't remember having a weekend as terrible as this past one. There were a lot of things that went really well, but there were some really awful things that went very badly. Coming home tonight, tired, brain dead, art blocked, with school in the morning, I cannot help but to be a little ticked off.

I guess right now, I'm just sad because one of my pets died while I was gone. My little bird Doc is gone. I don't now if I will b able to sleep in my room tonight without him being there; simply because he isn't there. It'll be so odd. I'm also very upset with my last job because they keep screwing up the payments they owe me. I just want to die (not really, but some one put me out of my misery plz).

All the little things kept getting messed up. Like the toilet not working and having to sleep on the floor every night...freezing to death because I was right by the vent. My costume didn't get finished in time, so I didn't get a chance to wear it. There wasn't really much to do at the con unless u had a photoshoot to go to. My bf, *DogFeathers, can't keep his dog anymore. My friend's kitten died. The list goes on and on and on. I've not even mentioned half of it fir fear of sounding emo. I'm just so at a loss for effort right now. I just can't try. What nearly broke my heart is that I couldn't draw a thing on the paper table at the con. We got lost on the way home too. being in that car for so long drove me insane.

-_-

Im getting sick of cosplaying.





~a Plain Yellow Fox