Edit: Yay my sister found my stylus. My life is fixed. Last night. 10:30 pm. My mother and my sister were talking in the living room. I thought I'd afford them the LIBERTY to peep my presence... Crept out of my abode, stylus in-hand. Biggest. Mistake. Ever. Stylus? Gone. I don't know where it is. If I did then I wouldn't be making this post you PLEB.... This is the worst day of my life. I'm quitting everything ...... No more art...... EVER!!!!!!!! Most of this post is ironic but I really don't know where my stylus is it might've genuinely grown legs and walked awa So I might either work on my computer again or draw with my finger until I find it.
