Copy/pasted from dA because I'm too lazy to type it again or come up with a cool new description. :P

I hate the end of the semester.

The teachers pile on the projects, most of which I procrastinate on, and then, I completely freak myself out (even if I still have a fair amount of time left), and then I end up completely just...awful.

I seem to have a very strong fear of failure.

The idea of failing a class is just...awful. Last year I remember I was really lazy with finishing shit for a while, and I started having really awful nightmares -- my subconcious, I guess, telling me that this wasn't the path I wanted.

My favourite of these in terms of impact was one that involved me eating a baby. I ripped the poor thing open (I think it was already dead, thankfully, even fake-dream-baby-crying is probably awful x___x), and started chewing away on organs -- and I was kinda creeped out at this point, for obvious reasons, but I chewed away, and then realized how awful it tasted.

This, I discovered via some thinking and a consultation of a dream dictionary just to be sure that I was right (which I was, impressively enough as I usually don't understand my dreams at all), is a metaphor. The baby is a metaphor for the future and for innocence, both of which are, in a way, destroyed when one slacks off (in my head, anyways -- failing ONE high school class won't affect the rest of your life, obviously, not that that makes it any better).

As it's that time of the year again, and I feel like shit and it's one in the morning and all, I doodled this up.

Why do those shadow creatures appear in like every other drawing I do. x___x

I had a scary amount of fun painting that blood.