theresahellbelieveme

My last journal was over two years ago, which gives you an idea of how active I've been on deviantart. (Not so much.) Two whole years and where have I been? First of all, I've quit Art&Design. At the time it seemed like it was a good idea. I had no talent, I'd never get a job, I was unhappy. Every drawing or painting felt like a failure. Everyone around me was so talented and then there was me. I figured that, if I couldn't draw a perfect face, I shouldn't be  drawing at all. Now, two years later, I'm over that. Art isn't about perfection. It's about representing what you feel and think. Show it to others if you like or don't show it at

"It's hard to find angels in hell."

 So I'm writing this journal. You shouldn't read it, it's a waste of your time. Seriously. But I was like: 'omg my tumblr dashboard is death. and my friends are offline. and I don't feel like being weird on twitter. and I don't have any inspiration to work in my wreck this journal.' So there was this idea. To write a journal. To tell all of you that... ... ... ... It's cold. Really cold. I really love cold weather. But same time. I also love to hug someone whenever it's cold. (that's the beauty of being cold. having an excuse to hug someone.) But no one's here. So I'm just freezing. Probably going to die. And I don't w