I hate growing up. Right now my entire life situation scares the shit out of me and I start to cry all the time over all the small things that I have to deal with to make things work. My time in Scotland was a way for me to relax and just escape reality for a while, and now reality comes crashing back twice as horrible and I have to just man up and stay strong. It's not easy. Well, tomorrow I'll have my own home at least, but I won't have the money to get electricity, or even a proper bed, so we'll see how that goes.I realize this all sounds pretty gloomy and horrible, but that's how I feel right now. I'll try to cheer up. This image is a drawing I made at Gothenburg airport before going to Scotland, and I colored it when I came back. Nothing original about it, just very me I guess..






























I was in to buy some new clothes at a second hand store today and found something quite special. I have a thing for gasmasks, and this one cost me almost nothing, so I jumped on it and got it even though the lady behind the counter gave me strange looks because of my combo of cute dresses and skirts mixed with army gear. 
