skinny love

I still can't bring myself to draw anything with meaning behind it. It's a sad thing for me to have to admit. It pains me to think of it. 

I hope that tomorrow things aren't as awkward with alan as they were on friday. Again, on a pathetic note, I'm relying far too much on this for happiness, for inspiration. This weekend has been strange and fairly unhappy. Or, maybe that's not the right word, I think indifferent is better. I was just put in an overly strange mood over his actions. It wasn't how I see him.

Oh well.

au revoir