there was once a girl told me she never had the most minor of interest in graphic designing. but now she’s riding smooth on the waves to so, she can’t help but exert a certain degree of scrutiny on every inch of an innocuous bus stop advertisement and silently assess the slightest detail of every passing boutique logo. it might not be her will to function this direction, but with the principles of design deeply rooted within, it’s becoming of an inevitable habit, ingrained to judge because she knows.
moving to the crux of my tame story.
that’s how humans are. we learn, we think and therefore we judge. and on all subjects and levels in life, the alike practice applies. with books barricading the borders of my bed, i have become an impetuous jurist and i can’t ditch this grudging self torment.
what do i do. WHAT THE FUCK DO I FUCKING DO 😦