The urge to lock myself in my room for days is undying

I am really starting to enjoy being alone. If 'enjoy' is the right word? I don't think it's very healthy for me to want to be alone so much, now that my mother is home all the time n' such, but I am just so sick of people. I don't mean to melodramatically italicize words for emphasis but yeah. People. I am over them. It's not necessarily 'blah blah blah I hate everyone they r all sew mean 2 mi' but I just cannot be bothered with people and making an effort with people and yeah. That's about it, more or less.

I like that I've gotten all motivated about my drawing recently. It's a nice emotional outlet of sorts, I suppose, because I don't really like writing massive weird things here and it is nice to take a break from writing slabs of depressing and angry rants in a small book ! I am finishing up this drawing that I am so proud of and I have seriously never had this much pride in my art for so long. So yay. Positiveness !

Going to go draw some more and read some more. And be a bad person and not talk to people. Goodnight.