I know I'm slipping.

Every girl loves receiving flowers. I do. I love displaying them in my room for a couple of days and some times week, then pressing them. I've pressed every flower I've ever received. I still have my corsage from my formal. I just need to find where I left that damn book! At the moment I'm taking my time pressing the pink bunch of roses Davey gave me. They will all be in my Kurt Cobain Journal. I still have the Valentine Day one he gave me.

I leave for my group exhibition in less than two weeks. I have an essay, a website plus one thousand word write up that I have to finish before I leave the Coast, because when I come back on the Thursday, they both will be due the day after. Then I have a week to study for my Business Communication Exam, and I need to do well in it. I so fucked up on the stupid reflective essay, not looking forward to getting my mark back. Also while in Melbourne I'll have to pick my subjects for next semester, it's going to be a bitch getting all my classes. I will be back to doing four subjects instead of three. This whole thing is giving me a head rush. * I need to get my car service...*

I find it so hard to concentrate on drawing after high school. It's a whole different environment. This is why I hardly post anything drawings. I'm sorry. I want to draw, but I dont think I want it enough. I have no muse. I have no inspiration. I'm still in search of my muse. I have been on artist block for a year and a half now. It's quite depressing. I miss high school only because I would draw so much. I was the highest ranking in art for year twelve. That mean something right? haha. Then again I personally think my drawings are terrible. I am my own worst critic. I need to stop sending my drawings away and getting featured. I need to go into hiding and come out with a bang. I'm not going to lie. It's fucking hard. I need to join an art class.

My birthday is coming soon, about three weeks to be more precise. I'm not excited. I don't know what I want to do. I think I'll probably just hang out with my friends or something. I really don't know what I want. I don't even want to think about it.