12 am

I found an old mascara tube while cleaning, and I have a feeling that it’s about a year or so old. So an art medium it became.

It’s 12 am, and I’m cleaning my room. (It is actually necessary, which is sad.)

My only company is Tegan & Sara and my cat. I have an art philosophy essay that’s two days over due. One day I will look back at my life, and wonder about my choices.

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