Never tired or inspired.

The day is not enough, and when I want it to speed up it just seems like it gets slower.
I haven't drawn in ages and it's starting to make me sick.

I can't. Do it.

Ehhhhh time to break the routine. I'm gonna pick up a pen.

I can't stand this feeling ( Read more... )

I'd like to say I don't know what I should do.

But that'd be a lie.
I feel uneasy and I know the exact reason I feel that way.

Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Walking into work a small boy, probably around five, ran in a zig-zag direction with hands clasped and pointed, arms projecting as if he were holding a laser gun. He ran past with a squinted eye and added sound effects, in his own little universe ( Read more... )

I'm starting a camera fund. I don't even care.

You know, I've been thinking and I never really have forgiven you, and most likely never truely will. Everything is on a level plain now I suppose, but what you did and how it hurt cannot be justified by the weak apology I recieved. It's just not what I expected. Everytime it starts to get a little bit better I get instant flash backs on how it was ( Read more... )

sometimes I'm honestly not sure why I'm here ( Read more... )

Yup. That's me. Blank. Blank stare, blank slate. New, I suppose. Definitely there. I know what I want, but I'm currently stuck in limbo ( Read more... )

2 weeks

until ink.


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But no one is ever gonna love you more than I do ( Read more... )