记忆里你神色紧张地把耳朵贴向我的胸口听我的心跳声，然后就再也没有离开过。

Back in the day when drawing was the only way to indulge in my thoughts. I remember how Octavia and I were so concerned about page views and everything, how many watchers we have and how many favourites on our artworks there were. Those were the good days, where something actually mattered. Today I accidentally viewed my blog (I don't do this very often) and saw my outdated deviantART outgoing link and out of curiosity I clicked it.

Hibari Kyoya

I felt really grateful that even after a year of inactivity, people still viewed my profile, favourited and commented on my artwork. I feel bad for not replying to the compliments (something Octavia and I would always criticize about the more famous deviants, but then you realise how painful it already is to reply to 20 people hence 2000 would be unbelievable) and I really wish that I could pick up a pencil and start again but this year isn't a year where you can easily throw carpe diem around and pretend that everything will still be okay. There really aren't enough hours in one day. Twenty four is not enough, forty two sounds better, but there will always be complaints.