You wonder why I left really, don't you?
Well... uhhh. Where to start.
I'm not going to be on for a long time. This includes dA, as well.
Easter holidays for me. Two weeks.
I hate holidays.
I complain too much.
Oh well. I need to rant.
So, a lot of my friends have moved/are moving back to England this year.
...
Close friends. Some a lot closer than others, but still. That doesn't change the fact that they're moving.
Moving country. Forever. Gone.
"Oh, but you can see them in the holidays!"
Oh, please. I've heard that line far too much.
Ugh.
Fuck drawing. Yeah, I draw in my spare time.
Nothing I'm proud of.
Well, I'm not proud of anything I draw anymore. It doesn't matter. It's just stress relief.
If you're reading this, then... leave a comment saying 'space invaders'. Thanks.
I like space invaders.
They're on my jacket.
... My jacket smells funny.
Mm.
I loved my life here.
Now everyone's moving...
GCSE shit coming up...
I'm scared. I'm really scared.
For you American's, go google 'GCSE'. Grades. Whatever the hell you call them.
My report for this term was shit.
I even got a D.
One of my closest friends who had moved (not to England), has just said how much she misses me and how she regrets moving.
She also told me she's depressed.
One of the reasons is because she misses me.
... I felt like I had just been stabbed in the stomach.
My best friend refers to me as 'being awesome'.
I hate 'being awesome'.
Since if I chose to move, or if something happens to me.
Then they'll worry, or miss me. And that totally fucks up their life.
And it's all my fault since it's all about me.
Normally, when I do a rant like this, I don't bother putting capitals.
Well, I guess I have mixed feelings about this.
Most is anger.
Pfft.
Well, yeah.
I guess that's it.
And what the fuck has happened to the journal page?
Yup, but I'm not Spanish. And I can't speak much of the language, either. :c I moved from England a year ago.
And cool! I've been to Florida a couple of times, heheh. ^^