Thing aren't good.
(prepare for extreme bitching)
Home life. fffffff.
I'm always the bad guy, and my sister is the epitome of perfection in my parents eyes. Every cruel thing she says to me, every time she insults me it goes unnoticed. But when I finally lash back, I'M the bad one.
My parents have been forcing pills down my throat since 2nd grade for all of my "problems" ADD, depression whatever. Absolutely NO attention is paid to her what-so-ever. Despite the fact that she is clearly growing into her aspies (I grew out of mine).
School. fffffff.
I go to a tragic excuse for a school with absolutely no resemblance of an art program. And 90% of the kids here have a moderate to severe social handicap. I'm not even exaggerating. I can litter all feel my social skills dropping, day by day. Everything is so awkward.
Did i mention that its a super freaking strict Baptist school? And the senior pastor is telling all the kids that Mormonism is a cult.
what.
What.
WHAT.
It's intolerant, and I can only deal with so much ignorance.
Religion. I don't even.
I used to be very close to God and my church. Which makes me falling away from it all the more sad. Ever since the beginning of my junior year (I'm a Senior now) I've been having issues and my parents don't get it at all. They've ever had an issue like tis so they can't relate :/ I rarely go to church any more, and when I do it just feels forced and contrived. And I'm just at a loss for what to do.
My Art.
If you even want to call it that. It's been months since I was able to produce something I was even remotely proud of. Photoshop crapped out on me early in the summer, so there was no improvement in my technique what so ever. I've got responsibilities that I can't seem to handle and people that are depending on me for art, and I feel pathetic because, for the time bing, I can't meet their demands. I can't even handle my own art. How I'm going to get into a decent art school at this rate is beyond me.
My life as a whole right now is a colossal mess.
So I'm on hiatus till who the fuck knows when. I need to sort things out.
I'll log on occasionally to clean out messages, and submit commissions if I can manage to crap those out.
When I come back it will be on a new account.