And god only knows how I've missed her on the palm of her hand is a blister

While I really want to lie and say everything's fine. It's not.

I didn't get onto the course of my dreams and it hurt. 

It hurt a lot. I cried for a long long time and freaked out and had to come to terms with the fact that I wouldn't be going to the place I've been dreaming about and I wouldn't get to live in London or sit in the library drawing with my headphones in while creative people worked around me as I'd been hoping.

Journal pages from the day after i found out i was turned dow because i was too sad on the day.

But then I moved on. I accepted a place on a course that I am happy to go on, and am going to live in a city that I do want to live in. So maybe I'll have to be the crazy creative one again and sit in a different library drawing. But that's okay. 

drawings to cheer myself up and what i want my fmp exhibition to look like

The main thing is I'm pushing myself. I'm finally leaving home. And even though it has only been an extra year it was still too long. And I'm living somewhere exciting and busy and creative and I'll still be living with creative and exciting people. And I'm not staying in Cardiff, which I realize now would have killed me and I'm not being over dramatic. 

art hoe takes to the road +++ being bored in an art gallery

But I'm moving on and listening to Sinead O'Conner and drawing late into the night, because I'm a hardcore punk bitch amirite? An no nothing does compare 2 u but it doesn't really matter because I might get to live near a harbor and there are so many vintage shops there and I'll finally live somewhere with an American Apparel so lol there goes my budget. 

Vintage markets +++ birkes in blossom

A drink that I didn't expect to be so sassy plus bread w/ flowers???
This bread is prettier than I am

xxx
Rosie