Living and Breathing Underwater

Currently channeling my emotions through Photoshop. (this was made with 21 layers). I find myself unable to express myself via words so photographs and layers are kinda like words and phrases. I hate using words (except for my name in the corner). to me they limit the perception of the viewer. since my skills of communication are rather limited, a mess of photos describe my obsessions, my guilt, my fear, my depression and my life. i don't need people to see them or even read this. my piece is a journal, a vessel to pour everything into. this might not be perfect or even beautiful. but i don't care.

Nightmare

I realized that i haven't went on my blog these months. I tell you, busy months.
there were exams, then holidays. I went to my friend's house to play Xbox for the first day. It was nice. Then I spent the rest of my holiday and continuing days staying at home and staring into the screen of my notebook. I wanted to go swimming with my mates but one didn't have a bikini, another didn't want to actually go. Boo for them. I went to my aunt's holiday penthouse for several days. It was boring. There wasn't wifi. Nor my notebook. We had a barbecue, it was damn hot and a bloody relative (sad to admit that fact) didn't wanna turn on the air-con. Eff off bitch. Enough of my whining. Time for pics. Or one, actually.

Actually i made this collage of pictures with Photoshop. It's sad and a waste to save so many pictures and not use them.

Mood: Pissed, actually

Which Hogwarts house will you be sorted into?