sometimes i wonder if i regret moving away. i also wonder if i feel happy here. but the truth is, i feel... numb. i've always felt numb. it's not that i don't have a soul or anything(half-ginger ftw), or that i'm dead inside, i've just always felt this way, ever since i was a little kid. i guess.. i just stopped caring about mainly everything. the only thing i still have faith, passion, and love for is art, and i want to pursue a career in it. i want to become a concept designer, but if somehow that doesn't work out, i want to work until i get my master's in fine arts and maybe teach. i still don't quite know though, since i'm still a kid myself.
i'll get through it somehow. but for now, i should probably focus on my main goal along with refining and practicing my skills until i feel that i'm a damn good artist.
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