Everyone's posting picture's of their drawings..no comment.
I thought i'd do so too. These are all at least five months old, and older.
I'm great at what I do, tell me otherwise, I really DGAF.
At this point, I can only get better. I drew all of these when I was fourteen,
and I honestly am soo proud.

The last two are paintings, took the picture with my phone, so quality
sucks. They were featured in my high school's are show<33
All out of thought, someone thought I got this from a commercial? Pfft, i'm an originalll.
ALl out of thought, steal my idea, i'll hunt you doowwwnnn niggaaa.
All out of thought, my idea. Watercolor.
Huggee cherry, the earth sherbet, and the huge pink gumball<3
Midget me and my kitty cat, Pierre<33
Random, but I love it.
Everyone tells me I do the eyes best. :) Unfinished, btw, ahah.
All of these were quick sketches, took me less than an hour except the last three.
The last three took me all at least five hours, each. Acrylic is a pain in the ass, but
it's a beauty. and so great to work with<3
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We've been together for a year since the sixteenth of July. I couldn't live without him,

That's what's going on in my head. Lately, all of these nights, I can't really get any sleep.
Too busy thinking. About what? Everything. I hate depression, hate being bi-polar, and now
I feel like I have some sort of OCD in the head, with my thoughts.
My thoughts are all chain reactions, driving me insane.

Home life is horrible, being emotionally abused, everyday. I really wish I could leave. and
I can. But I still can't figure out why it is that I won't.. Maybe i'm too scared. 
The girl up there, has attempted to commit suicide. That's not a shocker,
because so many people out there, that's what they first turn to. Death.

Majority won't actually do it though. I failed to, three years ago. So i'm still here.
I'll admit. What I am scared of? It's not death. I'm scared to live, to put up with more
of what I already do, every single day. Nobody deserves to be yelled at over nothing,
all the time. It's terrible to hear your father say all these horrible things to your mom,
that shouldn't be said in front of the children. Shouldn't be said at all. But i'm getting through
everyday, one day at a time. It's hard. But I believe he's the reason what I do this for, do this
for myself, for him. And for us.

The roller coaster.
Won't stop for anyone to get off. Everyone just hops on,
in for much of a surprise. Once they're on, they desperately try 
to find a way off. But there is no way. All these thoughts, nibbling
their way through my head. Through my mind. So many thoughts,
you forget how to feel. So you break down. So many thoughts,
you feel too much. So you break down. It's a loose loose situation.

             You in?


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Sorry to say this, I mean, I love this site so much. But I think it lost site on it's real concept.
I thought this was a blogging site, not a photography site? I mean, it's great and all, having all these
pictures up, everyone expressing themselves through that way if they can't through writing. Cause I love
doing both. But now, it's just become all about the pictures. Majority of the people on here are amateurs
at taking pictures to begin with, not to be a bitch, excuse my language. But it's really pissing me off. I think
I have some pretty great writing up, and so do so many others..but it's just not fair, no one reads anything
anymore, they just glance at the pictures. I think everyone should be given a chance to shine.

But i'd like to thank the very few, who do appreciate the writing as much as the photos on here. I just
wish PIczo would select on the writing too, not just the scummy pictures..
Smh. I'm sorry.

P.S: The picture above shows the flowers that are in my new houses yard. 
          I can't wait to move.
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She tumbled. Tumbled till she hit rock bottom, hard. Wouldn't let anyone help her up, because
she was scared. Of what was coming. As each and everyone passed by, she tensed up, only
to feel relief seeing the monster was too busy feeding off of somebody else, something else.
And it didn't matter, as long as it wasn't coming after her. She hid and hid, denied help, she was
stubborn. Didn't let anyone help her out. So she kept tumbling, down down down. Hitting rock bottom,
Over, and over, gain.
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My day started up with plenty of ups, and ended with random downs. It's coming back..
I could simply explain it all myself, but i'll let music do it for me, instead.
I miss the part, when we were moving forward now
(On our way down)
But maybe someday, I'll be something more than love
Just know I'll never tell
And when you're on your way down
(Through the clouds)
And you're waiting for your body's re-entry again

We speak in different voices
When fighting with the ones we've loved
We speak in different voices
Why can't we say what we're thinking of

I'm missing parts, now that you've told me everything
(On our way down)
And I was blessed and I've forgotten how to love
You said you'd never tell
And when you're on your way down
(Through the clouds)
And you're waiting for your body's re-entry again

We speak in different voices
When fighting with the ones we've loved
We speak in different voices
Why can't we say what we're thinking of

Not even I will tell...

We speak in different voices
When fighting with the ones we've loved
We speak in different voices
We say these things to know they're real.

We speak in different voices
When fighting with the ones we've loved
We speak in different voices
Why can't we say what we're thinking of

We speak in different voices
When fighting with the one's we've loved
We speak in different voices
We speak in different voices

To know they're real. Real.
I'll never...
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