{Sara Darko}

“Is this the face of a bat who would lie to you?”

I painted Bartok yesterday, because I love him. He’s my favourite childhood albino bat. I was rewatching Anastasia, you see. I bloody love that movie. I’ve been painting a lot more lately. I painted my Seamonkey, Damien today. But I’m proud of this one…

I painted my phone yesterday. ‘Cause I’m not into Hello kitty anymore. So, it’s really cool now, and my ringtone is The Munsters theme song, so yeah. I’m not exactly one of those girls who can stick glitter and cupcakes and stuff on my phone, but I like this…

A shitty picture of the moon in the evening.

EEEEEEEEE

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This song will not leave my head.

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I want a husband like Herman~

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I seriously love this band.

Lately, the above is all I can muster when talking to people. As a kid I was always quite smart, and read an awful lot, and was one of the smartest kids in my class. However, since leaving school, on account of my inability to be around other people so much, I feel like a fucking idiot most of the time. I feel that I speak well inside my mind, and in writing, but recently, I just keep going “Uh,” “Like,” “Ha ha,” “Yeah,” “Mm hm,” all the time. It’s really starting to bother me. I suppose I used to think I was smarter than everyone, and I thought I would never have to learn anything again. The thought of going back to school is weird, becase, while I’ve matured a lot in the last few months, and could maybe handle it, I’d have to start in a lower class, with kids my sister’s age, and that just makes me want to kill myself a little bit. Although, when I think of it too much, the old familiar fear begins to take hold, and I remember that I still have a Social Anxiety Disorder, am most likely Bipolar, and am a bit horrified of my peers. But I have undeniably overcome loads of problems in my absence from school. I figured out who I am, what I believe in, made some friends, which is something I thought could never happen. But the most important thing of all, I feel, is the realization that while I can have them, I’m the sort of person who doesn’t necessarily need friends. So what everyone thought was the core problem a few years ago, I now understand that it’s just something that I am. And I’m quite happy with that.

Anyway, I’ve started reading lots more, and it’s admittedly more difficult than when I was nine. But I am trying to educate myself on what I feel matters, and hopefully, it’ll all work out. I mean, it has to, doesn’t it?

I feel reasonably better coming out of this rant than I did coming in. Bloody hell.

Thanks for reading. If you did, that is.

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