Sorry. My page views thingy hit 1111, and I had to say SOMETHING about it. Still very pissed, even more so now. And still pissed at myself, not at anyone in particular. Well, that's a lie. Strange, how my dirtbag father can turn my sadness into rage. Only he knows how to truly shatter my last nerve.

I think I may have lost it. I can't draw much these days, but I've been writing practically nonstop for the past couple of days. I'd put one of the fifteen poems I jotted down on here, but they're all bitter and depressing. If only I could translate my frustration into drawings as easily...

I actually wrote part of a song today. Yes, be shocked. It doesn't happen often. And it's coming out pretty well. I think listening to Darren Hayes lyrics helped... he knows exactly how to put words together. I aspire to be as good as him at writing, and although my first real attempt is a love song(of course), it's not half bad.

Somehow, now that I'm writing more, I can't draw... I've begun to notice that my creativity follows a cycle. When I focus on writing, I can't draw; when I focus on drawing, I can't sing; and when I focus on singing, I can't write. *facedesk*

That's all the time we have for today, folks. Expect quite a bit of bitterness in these posts for a while...

P.S. Listen to Owl City.