Plan failed
Joana pov
Ever since I got to work this morning, my attention has been on the laptop before me. I've been sketching, erasing, and sketching.
Getting frustrated, I sighed, kicked my legs against my desk legs, cursed, and ran my hands over my head.
'I'm fed up,' I murmured inwardly, with my hands still intactly clutched to both sides of my head.
In my head, World War Four was ongoing because of the disorganized thoughts that were screaming to be heard or utilized.
Sometimes I already sketch and plan a design but that deja vu hits me and I'm forced to search through the internet and every fashion website and blog.
Guess what?
It turned out my brain wasn't wrong. Someone already designed that idea that was flowing freely in my head and if I should carry on
