Uh. I Feel Like I Should Post At Least Something? Heres A Little Sketch.

Uh. I feel like I should post at least something? Here’s a little sketch.

I wonder why do I even write this? It’s not like anybody’s gonna read it.

Happy Lonely Day to nobody that reads, I guess.

It seems like I have finally managed to get it together and write a (somewhat?) comprehensible introduction for Sharlene.

Anyways. Here’s a quick sketch and without any further ado:

Name: Sharlene Smith

Nickname: Tony

Gender: she/her

Nationality: American (sometimes she flexes her Irish heritage, though. Has some Eastern European percentage as well)

Age: 29

Height: ~5’7 (173cm)

Family status: single as hell

Job status: employed, currently on leave due to poor mental state (this lil’ shit did NOT pass the vibe check)

Affiliation: KorTac, USMC (former)

Family members: father, mother, twin sister (Mari)

Hobbies: journaling, drawing, watching hours-long documentaries/essays, occasionally dancing (yes, she still does the ballet)

Food preferences: spicy food. Not the white spicy, though. She’s been building up her spice tolerance with a pack of Buldak a day

Talents: quickly picks up languages, is ambidextrous (her left hand is just as functional as the right one), is actually a natural children-animal magnet (they seem to like her), stores LOADS of useless information. Ah, she also has a knack for being a failure

Vices: she’s not a chain smoker, but the amount of nicotine she consumes is still slightly concerning.

Social media: has a couple accounts, but they’re private and she doesn’t really post much. Might yap occasionally, though

Bio: Nearing the age of thirty, Sharlene finally realizes that the life she lives does not truly belong to herself and is, in fact, a chain of unfortunate circumstances and poor choices. Being severely depressed and sent on leave, she tries to find her own purpose, reconnect with family and hopefully find strength and courage to finally voice her own thoughts and feelings.

I’m telling you,

It’s getting worse.

Dear God. I guess that’s how you start Tumblr activity.

Saw this going around twitter, looked like fun. What? I'm not procrastinating (I am, I really am)

Make this picrew of yourself

Take this uquiz

Post the results side-by-side. No pressure tags: @alypink, @revnah1406, @madefordvarka, @deadbranch, @welldonekhushi, @kaitaiga, @applbottmjeens, @froglights-and-pearls

Three years ago, I opened the Photoshop to fool around.

Whenever the depression hits a bit too hard I blast “Mr. Morale & The Big Steppers”, “Father Time” specifically. Bless Kendrick Lamar for providing free therapy.