I have a very urgent need to warn you all. I fell in love and my art will probably be full of sentimentality, despair, emotions and other dangerous things in the next few days. Or weeks. Or months? I hope not.

Fortunately, I don't have a scanner, so you'll be spared until I find some place where they have one Instead, I'm uploading the Neverending Story series I was drawing the whole year. And I'll try to finish the last piece. Damn, it should be completed by now. And I hardly have a sketch...

Dammit!

I think at him even when I'm learning microeconomics! Or trying to learn it.
I wanna cry when I see leaves falling. But I can't cry anymore, so I just feel strange pressure in my chest.
I want to pack my things and go to see him, but I know I can't.
I curse my naivety and want to hurt myself, but I can't damage something he touched.

*stops and reads what she wrote*



Damn! I must sound terribly desperate! I have to start doing something... maybe some sport could help? And sorry for that babbling. Again.