I just got a news from my mother that in 8 years time, we will be moving to America . . .
I.Just.Cannot.Believe.This. It was all too sudden, but then again, I still have eight
years left to live in my current country. And I have longed to be and visit America, but
my friends disagree . . . well, my only friend, I suppose. But anyway! It's still a long way
to get there.

And also, I've been killing myself for not drawing for months. Actually, years. It's been two
years since I haven't drawn anything that is presentable. Ever since high school started I
felt so alone everytime I set foot on the campus, it's been keeping me depressed all the time.
I don't know why but, please, don't call me crazy, I sense that my school is sucking out all
of my energy. Whenever I try to be optimistic, I fail, whenever I want to draw I end up not
drawing anything. I need help to get back on my feet again, I haven't been inspired for two
bloody years. There are just days that I wish I gave up years ago, but for this summer I thought
twice about it. I want to draw, I have been expressing myself by drawing for years so
why should I give up? I really just need help on this matter, I want to be committed to
drawing again it just makes me sad that I couldn't express myself anymore. Lately, my world
has been black and white and no colours have appeared, I'm just . . . depressed about it.

( did I make this too depressing? )