WavAngel

NOT MY GIVEAWAY SIMPLY SHARING THE POST! ;D

Portrait Giveaway: I'll draw your OC!

Sat May 12, 2018, 11:48 AM

Since I've been getting many requests recently I thought I would host a giveaway as a thank you for all the support I've been getting!  

If you'd like a portrait of your OC (or Fan Art) please do the following things:

• Watch me
• Share this journal in a status post/poll/journal
• Comment below who you'd like me to draw
  

The winners will be picked randomly at the end of May. 

Even if you don't want to enter I'd really appreciate if you shared this journal so that many people can see it   

is ther a hope fo rme? I sat down at the desk and looked up at teh ceiling of the dormitory and asked
G
OD WHY?
hmph, hahaha, you gotta hear this, this, this is pure, pure pleasure.ye
SO, what does a sex obsessed boy-girl do with her time?
Write, yes. Jack off, yes. But other things to.
Well, i might try to write this in a way that would make sense to you, but i'm not sure that i t wil always come out that way. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
i'm ur tyipcal transgender girl. if ther can be said to be a typical girl. I'm skinny, black, boring mostly, dreamy type. Always off in my own world. y
that i am but atom amongst molecules, cells, tissues, organs, systems, bodies, beings, environments, ecosystems, worlds, stars, galaxies, and universes if not of doubt. I'm sure we all identify with such a sense of smallishness.
but I'm also a witch. Let me cast eh spell for ya. Lets start with, oh say, the origin and future of teh universe? 
on second thought, that seems a bit to much for me right now, so lets go with something a little smaller, say, my own origin and birth.
I was born in Boston, MA in 1994 at Boston medical, 10:04pm. 

I'm scared, I'm honestly so scared. I see what is happening to myself, and the world around me, and I don't know if I'm doing it right. I don't know the world is doing it right. In my head I can come up with a every different alternative to every move, I can see a 10 problems with every news headline. I grew up thinking I was a genius, and have seen myself do too many stupid things to believe it anymore. I saw the world as just waiting to become a heaven on Earth, and I fear most places are closer to hell. Every single thing I do is important; it's important because it has consequences. I choose who I want to be in the world. Last year and the summer felt like the end of a good dream, and this year feels like heartbreak. And I feel like its all important.

I feel lonely.

I feel trapped.

I want the consequences of my life, as an end result to be positive. All these thoughts and feelings surround me everywhere I go, a whole world, like an echo of the chaos of the world we live in. I have an ego that wants to hold the whole world in the crux of its arm. I have heart that skips a beat for every passing face. I feel so PRIVILEGED, and so useless. I feel like the result of a massive sigh, building up all this air inside of me all my life, filling myself up for some big thing, only to realize that I can't hold on to it all, and letting it all out in one large anti-climatic deflation. And then I don't care.

And I remember that no one cares. Or very few do. And I want to care. But I care too much.

And so I write.

And speak.

And laugh. And sing. And dance. And produce. And cry. And scream. I run through the sanctuary, to the park down the roads, and back to where I started.

At school. And there I learn. And when I graduate I'll still be learning. And I remember every time I messed up. And every time I got it right. And when I look back I bet it all won't seem as big as it seems now.

But, for now it seems big. SO, I'm going to stop moping and moaning and do some homework! I'm going to learn to speak Chinese, play the piano, produce a song, write a book, start business. AND CHANGE THE WORLD.

Even if it means I only inspire the person who someday will.

I'm caught between being a moral person and being the person I wish to be. I keep coming back to this point where I do not know whether I am doing the right thing or not. It comes out when I start thinking about girls, when I start thinking about doing drugs, when I start thinking about whether or not I want to be in school. I think about what direction our society is headed in. Our gross consumption of resources. Our consumption of beef and the amount of cows we have to slaughter to satisfy our want for it.

"For once there is nothing up my sleeve,
just some scars from a life that used to trouble me,
I used to run at the sight of the sun.
Now I lay here waiting for you wake up "
- Fun.