PseudoGem

Lately I have been dreaming of art I made (or could make) and new ideas keep exploding in my face. Earlier today Bob Ross was on and the temptation to paint was overwhelming that I Just wanted to burst out and cry. It was such an odd feeling that I had to turn the tv. I am creating a master plan to take the money I have saved up and go to michael's (store) and fucking spend it all. Then maybe this oh heart of mine will be satisfied because I cannot do any homework, my sketches suck, and reading does not please me no more. OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE kill me now. I cannot stand the resistance to this ecstacy