I have found myself wanting to write more and more as my feelings of good will toward humanity decline. It's strange, really. I have trouble writing when my life is going as it is supposed to be. The curse of the writer, I suppose...just ask Poe. Nonetheless, I have been producing more stuff, so I may be posting a lot more.

I have realized that I am lonely really. I only say that because I doubt many people read this :-P I realize that, at this moment in time, I am not in control of my emotions and I do not really enjoy it. It happens occasionally but this time it feels...different. Things in my life have been really collapsing at a rapid rate and it makes me wonder if the Universe has declared war on me. Little does the Universe know, I intend on fighting back. I am just so tired right now, though. I dunno if I have any real friends...and I am lost in a sea of my own emotional nature. However, this proves to be fantastic art time for me, so the writing cometh.

Whisper out loud, for only then do they know your talking about them.


Sinjin^^