GUH.
I'm still in that stage where I'm all like,
''BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ZOMBIES GO BOOM.''

Because I'm still anticipating playing Left 4 Dead 2.
Alot.

Hell, I might even end up making a zombie OC.
Just for shits and giggles.

CHRRRRISTMASS, MUST YOU BE SO SLOW.




...ANYHOOOO.

I think I want to draw.
Yes. Yes I do.

SO SO SO SO SO.
Anyone willing to do art tradesssssah?

I have no limits as to what I'm drawing, really.

...As long as it's not a Transformer.
I fucking hate Transformers.
Just sayin'.
Mecha ain't my forte.


BUT YEA.
IF YOU'RE WILLING AND STUFF, NOTE ME. AND STUFF.
And I'll send you what I'd like drawn.
And stuff.



[Just an excuse to draw and procrastinate summore.]



...
Also.

SON OF A MOTHER DUCK.
How do you write a story about a photocopier?
And incorperate how it works?
I DON'T KNOW HOWWWW.
*Shakes fist in anger*

Betchya your's was better than mine.
x2.




dA should have a 'baw' mood.
Seriously.

...

Would giving yourself liposuction be a bad thing?
Like, hacking away at the stuff you don't want.

Just wondering.





--
EDIT:
...You people are so touchy upon this subject. :c
I don't see why..

I've really been having a bad week, it seems.

I just hope it gets better.


I don't want to spill my heart out again; I've got a shower waiting for me. <3;

But yea.
I just wanted to get that icky mopey journal off my dA page.



...
Drawing suggestions would be nice.

(Hint: I'm in my FFFFZOMBIES<3 phase again; anything Half-Life, L4D, or just zombie-related would be great. <33)




I BET NO ONE WILL REGARD THIS JOURNAL.
I BET YOU ALLL.

I.
Can't stop.
Crying.

It's really late.
And I can't sleep.

I'm serious.
I've been crying for hours now.

I don't get it.

Why can't I stopp.


I've a guess at why.

Probably because I heard about things earlier.
Things I honestly didn't care about.
Things I did NOT want to hear.
Things I hate hearing about.
Things that I wish I were never told.

It's making ME remember things now.
Things that have happened to me.
Things that have nearly happened to me,
And things that might happen to me.

I'm scared, honestly.

I don't know how to deal with a stalker.
A stalker that lives on my street.
A stalker that is overly obsessive.
A stalker that already has ''our'' future planned out.
A stalker that isn't stopping at anything, apparently, to make me his.

Worst of it is
that barely anyone believes me.

I've told people.
Quite a few people.
Some think of it as a joke.
Some think of it as not a big deal.
Some disregard it completely.

Is my existance that insignificant?
Do people really not care?

I wonder.

I wonder who really believes me anymore.
I wonder if I'm worth it.
I wonder if it'll stop.
I wonder if it'll ever be the same again.

And I wonder if there's anything I can do.


I also wonder if people even bother reading about heartfelt entries like these.
Oh well.
I don't care.

I'm going to cry more.
Fuck it all to hell.




--
Oh. And for extra irrelevancy;
Mori, I finished my half. You can start whenever, sweetie.