My name is Caitlin.
I'm awkward, and most of the time I don't make any sense.
I love music, rain, Sour Patch Kids, and night.
I find most things interesting in some way, and everywhere I go, I find something new to love.
Welcome to my World of Color.
I’ve never done a bulleted list. I want to. Right here, right now.
- finish sketchbook assignments; 25 more sketches, 10 more comic-strip drawings, 4 more identity entries
- write biology notecards for my exam Tuesday
- write history notecards for my exam Thursday
- write a book report on some stupid fucking book that I “read” (off sparknotes)
- write a paper for art on the artist of my choosing, aka Alex Pardee
idk I really don’t have that much to do. It just sort of feels like I do.
:|
/pointless post since none of you care about my life.
He is always on my dashboard.
Not that I’m complaining or anything.
What I heard: My penis won’t work.
:|
I envision your brain like a crashing car.
The cable, it just snaps, holding up the elevator.
This ain’t no fucking day job.
I don’t just sit around.
This is how you go out.
You go out like a bang.
idk I feel like she doesn’t care about me anymore. I can’t talk to her about anything, and it just sucks.
I wish I had the nerve to send them to her.
/end whining