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I have a livejournal and a xanga. I rarely ever show my true emotions. I pretend to be something I'm not...happy and hyper and sweet. I guess I'll show me in this one. Or something. I don't know. Maybe I'll just post my art and poems and stories.
Over the past few years, I've gone through many styles. At first, I was pretty normal...jeans, t-shirts, etc. Then I began making my outward appearance as dark as my inner self. That became annoying because I was tired of dressing how others saw fit. Then it was clothes I made myself. Now it's just whatever's partially clean. Most of my clothes have paint on them or makeup or something from me carelessly wiping my hands. I'll be the first to admit that oil paints are a b***h to get out of clothes and skin and that acrylics don't come out of jeans.
So...I'm a 15 year old frustrated artist. A frustrated, bipolar artist, might I add.
God, I sound so whiny. Someone should seriously hit me.
 Tears2AngelicEyes · Fri Dec 09, 2005 @ 04:55am · 0 Comments |
