I'm KB, 21, conceptual thinker, punk stinker. Studying art and design, living off cup noodles and music.
I'm really just avoiding overdue assignments by writing this but meh.
What do I do? What kind of person am I? Rah rah rah. I study art but am I an artist? I say I want to be art therapist but will I? Life doesn't come easy, go easy. I mean, if you want something you have to work for it. It's not going to be easy one bit. And each day you realize what you wanted to yesterday isn't what you want to do tomorrow and that's as far as you ever get. Well. As far as I ever get.
I'm not usually this down about things but it seems I am and I'm stuck writing an about me too.
I stand for female power, self love and equal rights for all. And good music. There is so much shit music these days.
But there are times when I feel like no matter how much good I do, the bad outweighs it. And that I am ultimately a bad person because of it. Retard thought process. But hey.