I lost control of my temper the other day... had a fight with a good friend over a very serious subject during lunch at school and felt myself losing a grip on the situtaion. It's been eating at me for days, but I know I need to stay away from him and give him time to himself. Not so sure I can handle sixteen straight days of not seeing him, talking to him, or texting him, though.

Pen sketch on the back of some random deposit slip I found in my grandma's glove box. You can't really tell, though, since I digitally erased most of the deposit slip from the background.

The blank stare bothers me for some reason. It's as if she's lost her hope, not just her control.

art (C) Elricz (me)