Unexpected find

The pile of papers on my table was getting out of hand, that was I though I ought to sort them out. To my surprise, I found some sketches which I had forgotten I even had them. Going through to them again is like reading a story that I enjoy to the fullest. Here are the two best.

Black Sky

I know. Why is this one suddenly expand to the whole paper. Well, forgive me, he is, like I said in the draft, my special character. :"3

Yellow Moon

I need a new scanner. This scanning process is ruining my original work.

Blue Ocean

You know sometimes you just want to throw things away but end up regretting and not do it? I was just about to do that but then something stopped me and I found myself uploading this work without knowing why.

It looks better in real life, I think. I'm out of creativity at the moment, so I just name it after the first term that comes into my mind. Like always, after drawing something, part of my soul is given out, so I feel like I'm out of energy, even though I have not actually done anything. 

Rants

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Too mad/angry/ irritated for proper words.

Brain's temporarily not working

Lost in my own tiredness. 

In other words, not wanting to think anything.

Let it all go.

Obviously I cannot, so here I am writing something useless and senseless again. Perhaps I only write something when I face my depressing period. This should somehow change eventually. Over the last few days I am down with a brain-freezed disease, not wanting to move, not wanting to do anything, even though I should be working my head off. Hopefully I get over this soon, because I really have no need for this especially during this school year. 

How about this, I shall let it be and leave it for this week, after that, it will be the time to pull myself together.

Abnormal

After figuring out that I usually write better when I am depressed, I realized that I am constantly in that state. Then again, since it is part of my mind, I can never pretend it is not there. As a matter of fact, perhaps it is what's keeping me sane. 

I have not read a book in a month. For a person who usually spend an unnecessary great amount of money for books, who read books like there is absolutely no end, this an incredible worrisome phenomenon. To be exact, I have not read any book that is not related to school or part-time work in any way, since if you counts that, the number would be at least 7. 

Perhaps that explains this empty feeling which prevent me from feeling anything lately. After the last exam is over, I will definitely finish the stack of books that I have already stocked in the to-read list.