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I really don't have much to say, except that I am a comic artist (in-training) who is also an art student. I don't consider myself a professional, but I can take in commissions. I may be in my late teens now, but I really have a heart of a child, even if some people see me as a matured woman.
I don't really give away my e-mail address, but unless you want to send a FAQ or even requesting a commission, I'll take that. And note: I will ignore mails with no subject.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
- 12:22 AM
You don't know me, and yet you still say you care for me? Hell, I don't even know you, so why do you even bother and act like as if your my friend, when we really aren't?
I sometimes hope you'd be my special someone. I really do. But, not yet, I know. But you know, I'm still glad we're still friends.
I still don't understand why I still have this hollow feeling within me.
Yes, I can wait, and I am not selfish. I really believe so.
So... why do I sometimes feel uneasy?
Maybe it's just me. Maybe it's just in my head. Maybe it's just my imagination.
I wish I can tell you I love you, but I know you'll just back away. I know you're just not gonna care. I know you're just going to hate me for confessing my deeper feelings for you. And I know we're still not ready. Yeah. So if I'm not ready for all this, then why the hell am I feeling like this? It's like... I'm stuck in the wrong time. A time where I'm not supposed to be yet.
For now, all I can do is smile, and shower my love for you. Even if you will never return the feeling to me. As long as you're smiling, I'm gonna smile too.
There are times I dream of being killed. But now, I dreamed of seeing the people around me being killed. I can only hear myself screaming and crying with desperation, seeing the faces of the ones I loved dying in front of me. Almost every death I see was gruesome.