Real life mirrors life in Roses for Margaret. I've been told it's not my fault, but I can't help but feel resentment that we can't patch up the bad times and become friends again. Hate is a strong word, but all my feelings are extreme, and the same goes for my character.
Sick and tired of being sick. Pretty gross, and pretty self-explanatory. I'm seeing a doctor soon about my nausea, but in the meantime it's awful and I can't eat without sickness.
Just some scribbles of life under the sea, and playing with water colours to relax. I often use the colour blue for sadness, but here it's more of a serene kind of blue.
Along with a crush comes crushing self-doubt. When I'm sane and sober (meaning, not crushing on someone and obsessing over things) this doesn't usually have any effect on me, but right now I've got quite a nasty little devil whispering in my ear.
And oops, I spelled "disappointment" wrong.
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