why do you build me up, buttercup?

i'm stressed. that's not right. it's barely the second week of the second semester of my senior year. it's supposed to be relaxing. but it's cool. i'll work my ass off for the first grading period, then i'll slack off and hopefully still get decent grades. or well, decent enough.


plus i stopped drawing, oh nos. i think it's been more than two weeks now. is there a word for this illness? drawer's block? that sounds awkward. i wonder what's changed, that stopped me from getting inspired. i remember back in december when i was overly inspired to the point where my hand hand just couldn't keep up with my imagination. and now, nothing. just emptiness.