Long story. I was originally gonna make a journal on how today in archery I got a bulls-eye right in the center and it went through a hole in the target but then throughout the day things changed. It started in Gym when this (excuse my American) ass Greg told me that a close friend of mine, Meghan, hated me and I couldn't take a hint. And I actually started to believe him. Then two periods later at the end of math, which Meghan is in, I told Meghan what Greg to me. She said she doesn't hate me but I need to back off a bit. She said I was too involved with her and another person. So I guess she told me I was annoying. So long story short I'm feeling depressed. Don't expect art for a while, not even sketches. I may upload the stuff I have done. But for now... I feel... strange inside. Like I'm just... like how a fly pisses someone off and won't go away. That's how I feel... just like a fly. An annoying stupid fly. If you actually read all of this then good for you.