xevilxashleyx

Gah. Nothing impresses me anymore...

Suddenly, I'm not feeling so great. Mentally now, on top of physically. Something about certain things makes me sick; makes me feel so goddamned subpar that some days, I'd rather crawl into a my own casket and seal it shut...

Progressing...

I found an oooollld box full of art, and notebooks full of lyrics and poetry I wrote when I was younger. And I wondered: what the hell happened to all my talent? Did I throw it away, or did I lose it? I never appreciate anything until it's well out of my grasp...

Something about this place - this house - makes me hate myself. I had a more than decent day, and I was in an upbeat, positive, lively mood for the whole thing...until I got home. What the hell..?

Tomorrow, I head to get prices for new ink. Excitment. If nothing else, it will make me feel better...

To hell with this, SGland...