a little bit more.

days have been quick and slow, all at once. quick as in each day passes by without crying their eyeballs out, waiting for me to leave; and slow as in every second can feel like a millennium when you're up at 1AM already feeling drained from writing a paper.

i'm not complaining. i just don't know how well i'm handling everything. am i really reaching expectations? of people's and of God's? i don't know. i hope i do, but right now, i don't think i'm doing my best job. i'll try to try harder.

now?

now i just want to wrap the Christmas gifts i've got for others so far, and draw really nice things on the wrapping paper, then give it to them as soon as possible. i just want to give gifts. i just want to make good art. 

for you.