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.
pilaresber@yahoo.com

- 4:47 AM

For the first time, this spell's gonna be written like a high school girl's rambling. I need to get this stress out anyway.

Ahem...

I don't care if you read my blog, and I don't read your blog either like before, but I can feel like you're all confused, just like me. I was out of my mind, alright? Like someone who just fell from a rooftop, or even someone who just came out from a roller coaster. I mean, hell, I even wished God punished me on that night. All I wanted is understanding. I'm really glad you didn't see me going all [batshit] insane that night before I met you, but I felt like I need to talk to someone after that. And trust me, I dunno why it has to be you, or why the hell did I even did that to you. All I can do is to feel guilty I put you in the similar state as I am right now.

Well, we're all growing up, right? Let time do it then. I can wait. And I can tell you will too.

And yeah, I'm not gonna talk about it. Especially if you're around.

End of ramble. Gee, that was a little annoying to talk like that.

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