*I sat there alone in the hospital, hunched over, quiet, waiting. My girlfriend had been in surgery for what felt like hours upon hours, it had only been about twenty five minuets in reality. My hands played with themselves, clenching and scratching at the skin, constantly cracking the knuckles.
I look up at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time, sighing and hanging my head again to wait. I impatiently bite at my lip, feeling the foreign tickle of tears falling down my cheeks, down my nose and hitting my rubbed red hands.
*I heard footsteps stop next to me, quickly wiping my face nonchalantly, looking up at whoever had stopped by
I should just say i don't think i'll be able to update much...i usually draw stuff traditionaly, cuz i suck at digatal stuff and since i don't have a scanner i won't be able to show much of my 'art'....
But, at the rare occasions of free time between school, homework, more homework and sleep i might get bored and try some stuff in photoshop...(I might suck at it, but it's addicting...)and when i think I made something that isn't comepletely crap i'll post it, since it's a waste of space to create an account without using it, or just to swing around the advertising, which is mostly why i got this account....(plz don't hurt me f