i want to quit. today i was downtown, and ii left the back door of my car open. someone opened my car door, and stole my work breifcase. the important thing is.........inside the briefcase wqas my artbook.
someone stole my artbook. Inside that artbook i had pieces that i was SURE to win me a spot into massive black school. i had some work that was SO MUCH on a higher level than what i had scanned in here, that i was SURE it would land me a spot of fame. you cant imagine tha caliber of work in there. and someone stole it.
i feel like someone stole my entire life.
i dont want to even draw anymore.
i swear to god, ive never felt so cold and alone.
i dont even care that they stole a 150 dollar pair of headphones used at the call center where i work. or that they stole 4 weeks worth of school work(training for the job i do)....i dont even care. what i care about is that someone stole my freakin book, with all my dreams, and hopes, and future works in it.
seriously . i want to cry. might be a while before i post again.
what do you do when this happens? how the fuck do you go on?