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I hate mosquitoes.

It’s 12 degrees out, still winter, yet I had a mosquito in my room, and it was buzzing around.
It just flew in front of my face earlier and I tried swatting it with my hand and it landed twitching on my economics homework. Without thinking I killed it, and now I have an imprint of a huge mosquito on my homework.

This one was striped. It looked deadly.

Now it’s dead.

I really hate mosquitoes.

For the past week I just kind of lost the urge to draw. But I put on some music yesterday and sketched a landscape, because they’re easy to do.

I just wanna fly away.