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lissa_quonSo it's Christmas, or rather the day after Christmas.
I got a new drawing tablet that's better than I ever dreamed. Got a rather laughable low grade MP3 player and that fancy monopod I liked.
There is a fridge full of food and tins full of cookies and Chex Mix. My room is livable and I have a glorious pile of art books hoarded in my room for my to gawk and drool over. Promises to see friends I haven't seen in a while and that sort of thing.
Plus no school for like three weeks. Even then they are all classes I actually want to take and look forward to.
So why the hell am I so depressed?
I got a new drawing tablet that's better than I ever dreamed. Got a rather laughable low grade MP3 player and that fancy monopod I liked.
There is a fridge full of food and tins full of cookies and Chex Mix. My room is livable and I have a glorious pile of art books hoarded in my room for my to gawk and drool over. Promises to see friends I haven't seen in a while and that sort of thing.
Plus no school for like three weeks. Even then they are all classes I actually want to take and look forward to.
So why the hell am I so depressed?
