You know, no matter how down i am on my self, out shit out of luck my life seems right now, i can read some journal and realize, my life could suck a lot more then it dose. That it could be lot a worse. Now i'm not trying to be a asshole but damn, some people just seem to attract shit like a magnet attracts iron shavings. But i know if i keep pushing it will get better. Reading these journals makes my burdens a little lighter and the chains a little less tight. This is just one of thoughts moments were i relise i even though im damn close, im not rock bottom just yet.



Also all art is on hold right now until further notice, i have one piece i HAVE to do and i can barely focus enough to work more then two or three minutes on it at a time and its stressing the fuck out of me, i hate making people wait.


one last note in this rambling journal, do not make fun of mental illness, its not funny, if you could walk a mile in my shoes, struggle with what i and others struggle with daily, you would probably blow your own brains out, and to the people who fake mental illness to try and get away with acting like fucking morons, Fuck you, if i could get away with it i would kill you.


That is all