RIP little buddy.

Today I went to my bag and pulled out my journal.


I think it's time to retire the little guy. He's about a year old. He's seen a lot, is full of loads of art and memories. It's probably my favourite journal I've ever made. Its a sad day, in a way. He even got lost once, but then I found him out the front of a car yard. He also got soaked in waterearlier this year, but somehow survived.

So now I need a new journal. I can't decide whether to go with a4 or a5 or pocket sized again. I'll have to think about it. All I know is, I wanna start doing art again, but I think I have to end this to start something new.

Thanks for being there for me, journal :)