miyukawashi

It's been a long time since I've posted here. Ages. Yes. There is no doubt about it. The long time was given to studies and recovery. I still never have the groove or the inspiration to color or even do a simple doodle. I think it's a disorder already. Yip's Syndrome perhaps? The thing is, whenever I hold a pencil or any coloring material... I just-- I just can't move my hand at all. It's stuck. I'm stuck. My mind can't process how to do IT actually. I know I am not as talented as these awesome people here, but... I just feel sad that I can't ignore the pain of not doing what I like the most. It's my way of saying that I love a fandom or e

My dear friends. Forgive me for the inactivity. Let me tell you things that I've been through. There comes a time that even with the happy moments of life seem to be a part of you in every single way, we cannot avoid the fear of being casted into the shadow and be punished with the ultimate pain which is loneliness. I was never really a person that has many friends. I tend to see them as acquaintances. For the pain is too much when you think more of them that what they really do. This has been my philosophy of my life. And no matter how dire it is, it is constantly happening to me. As if it's trying to prove that every single thing that fa

Hi everyone. Yup. I have free time now. :) But, what I'm writing now is somewhat sad. Augh. Before that, let me tell you something light. ---- THINGS I KEEP ON DOING EVEN THOUGH THEY'RE WRONG... IN A WAY - I don't bring my umbrella even though it's the rainy season - I use my cutlery weirdly. I put the fork on my right hand and the spoon on the left - I put mozarella cheese on my omelet even though it doesn't taste good like that on pizza - I blur pictures up to the point that I cannot see my subject - I pity my classmates even though they're bitches - I ride the LRT even though I've been traumatized - I forget to drink my medicin