Practicing~ He’s more a torn up rag doll than a voodoo :T Too lazy to draw stuffing for him for tonight.
My camp is over and I return to my nonexistent summer paradise. Now I don’t have to deal with that thing any longer. The mask can be put away and left alone for a while. Although it still lingers I won’t need to put it back on.
There is absolutely positively no imagination in my head. Nothing can process properly without having to look it over twice. My worries seemed to have grown and my temper as well. I guess it’s from having to deal with people all day long who love to mess with my head. Even some of my friends are starting to drive me mad. For now all I can do is put on bad songs and daydream away. -EndRant-
