So I’m turning over a new leaf or something. All of my old journals have been deleted and the next to emo garbage they contained lost to the neitherworlds of cyberspace. The new me is somewhat like the old me though, so you don’t have to worry too much, and taking the example of my good friend KiddyKat I will keep every journal I write now on.

In the past two years I’ve seen my way into and out of bisexuality (long story, that one), into and over depression, and well into the start of my adult life. I’ve learned that love is defined by experience, and so is pain. I made mistakes, but more importantly I learned not to make them again.

From borderline punk I’ve matured into reclusive writer. Amateur scribbler to amateur doodler. Cast off the scabs of childhood, though it remains in my mind like cancer.

In other news, I’ve started to draw again (as obvious from my gallery), it’s not great by any means but it’s an improvement. I’ve dropped out of university due to creative differences between me and the rest of the world (lol). I’d like to think if I were an outsider looking down on my life I would be envious. I’m in no way the ideal position, but I have friends, and the freedom to do what I like, when I like, a lot of the time.

My friends keep asking me how the dating is going, though I haven’t had a date in half a year. Romance seems to be a wasted motion when I’m all alone in my little corner of the world. Surely there are people out there close to me who might share the same views, loves, and passions as I, but the chances are I’ll never find them. Until then, my love goes to all of you I know I’ll never be with as much as I’d like. Yes I think that’s a good way to end this, my ‘first’ journal. I love you all, more than you will ever know ^^