Hi. Yes, I'm back...but not to do art. (Maybe) Just to vent and let every bit of frustration out cause I'm a fucking angry loser with very little to do and small patience to work with. Besides...this account is dead so I'll say whatever with very few eyes watching, if none. Emotions shot, rage boiling, seething anger, lost of touch, depression. For six years you think I've my life all together...but here I am, like lock in a dungeon. Chained myself to this bed with very little to see. Very little to do. Very little to say. Lacked contact with some friends, still with folks I don't want to be around with. I'm a mid twenty age man who has waisted his life far too much...yet what does it matter anyways. Doesn't matter what I do. What I say...how I feel. Everyone cares about themselves.

I hardly evolved to be better. Should I just be worst...I best see the world burning before I'm seen as a sinful creature. Help? No...people just need to fuck off.

I forget how long it has been since I've even picked up a stylus...or pencil for that matter and draw something. I would just go ahead and do so, but being stuck on where I am now, just seems unlikely. It's now a new year and nothing else has changed much. Or as it seems. Having my own place would be nice to put myself back into gear. Pretty much done living with people that I'm in. We'll see in the future I guess. But for now, I remain where I am now..