Really?

Your phone is always in your hands. How could you forget that it was in your jeans for a full hour?

Maybe that's why I'm mad. I dunno, normally I don't mind the peace and quiet. But I kinda felt ignored. But whatever. I ruined a perfectly marvelous sketch I did last night due to my ignorance and inability to properly use good art markers. I didn't know how dark the ink was. I didn't know how much they'd bleed.

I'm deeply saddened. To wallow in depressive feelings is completely outrageous, but I can't think of any other way to be. And sleep is the only thing that will fix this. Too bad that this is one of my last nights of summer, so I'll want to stay up late. Ugh.

I hate life.

xx Marz