The Stench of the Talentless
@Asininatty
The Stench of the Talentless
Sorry for not posting, I didn't know what to post and I didn't want to touch this site too much
YES I KNOW THE DRAWING IS CROOKED YES I KNOW ITS MISPROPORTIONED but I like it actually..!
I've been contemplating joining the National Honors Society since I was a chosen candidate because of my high GPA and performance at school, but I ultimately decided I wouldn't go since I don't want to be in the presence of those who are clearly superior to me, sighh an academic GPA of 3.87 is way too below to being considered actual academic talent
I'm talking on and on here, which is what I find myself doing and liking often -- hah, but I've felt that ever since my horrible ED about almost 2 years or so along with the other elements and things going on had screwed with my brain and actually mentally deteriorating and rotting my head, I've been affected ever since, it feels like I live in the dreams of my mind, everything feels mildly surreal but it's pleasant, and I feel that reality breaks to me when I'm with those I love the most, the very selective few, since I don't know too much people in my actual life.
So the sob story goes and drags on, and I feel pleasantly at peace with who I am and how I am, and I take great pleasure in expressing that through my art, since I can't boom out the stuff in my head through any other form asides from the music I'd listen to maybe?
aaaaaahh, it's excruciating!! I can just go on and on and on and on on how I love to try to express myself, and I feel immensely happy now!! though keeping the thought of a mundane little speck dancing around happily makes me laugh, in a positive way! I can just burst with so much amazing things, and I feel so happy, genuinely! I can just go boom..boom, boom..boom boom boom-- and pop like a heart filled with too much they can endure. I can rant and rant, I feel that communicating this way is one of my most favorite things, and I can just continue endlessly on what I want to say...I just don't want to burden this with all my silly silly talk that I adore so much. I feel altered, really, but I also feel really enlightened. I've been thinking for a long long time, and I love the thing that's eating at my skull the right way, it makes me happy