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I thought I no longer hated charcoal, but it turns out I was wrong. I still hate charcoal.

Wow. Nights like these are the worst. When it’s 2 am and you’re working in the dark with only one light source that’s shining on the objects you’re drawing. You’re alone and it’s quiet and you’ve got charcoal all over you and the floor. And you just sit and work and wonder if you’re going to get to sleep and if anyone else on the planet is thinking about you right now. And the answer is probably no because it’s 2 am where you live. So you try to talk to God, but he doesn’t seem to be around either. You just feel completely unseen in this little cave of yours. You start to question every life decision you’ve made and wonder if you’re ever going to fall in love or stop worrying about things. Sigh. I’m so tired.

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