daysix: Orange spots

Today was a floaty day. Four hours of sleep and getting dragged around everywhere without music FOR THE LAME. <3 HAHA. In between all the dragging though I vented out my lack-in-use-of-energy by breaking out the ink pens again. I really do need to go and get more colors...Anyone wanna chuck so of their money at me lol? Just kidding. :D Feel free to take as a non-joke though. xD Anyways the launch of today's melancholy:



When you drown in sadness it's hard to tell which bubbles are tears and which ones come from actual breathing...In a sense they become the same.

There's my pretending-to-be-an-ancient-Chinese-proverbist swing. Yes, I know "proverbist" isn't a word. :D Really Naomi, you should learn how to stop scribbling stuff in color and calling it "art". It's not pretty. LOLOTL.

Sosososo....some thanks be-ith in order. :] For those people who are the bright orange spots in my day, even when I'm in between rocks and hard places. You know who you are. And I know it's embarrassing to be acknowledged by me but seriously NO DENYING YOURSELF. :D <3 Pic of the day that is sixth:



PS. Thank you very much times over 9000 Darren for editing it. It's not sloppy. And I'll poke you if you say otherwise. :] The envelope in the photo also has some sentimental value because there is actually a pick me up letter inside it. You know who you are. Yes, I still have it. :D <3

Who was your orange spot today?