|Subject to Change
||[Dec. 13th, 2005|07:59 am]
It is clear that I must find my other half.
I find myself thinking of the past a lot. Wishing I was back there were there was no worries, only drunkin' parties. Its like everybody left me when I moved. My friends for years turned their backs on me. Why? Are they better than me.
My inner soul is sad. I'm sad. I need to find something that completes me. I had an emptiness that was filled by drugs and alcohol. I cant do those things anymore. I'm making a life for myself. Going to school.
What I really want to do is make my own Comic Book. I want to be an artist for a living. what if i'm not good enough. The things in my past inspired me to draw what I knew. I know nothing now. I see nothing now. I'm so overwhelmed. I have so much going on but still nothing.
There is 2 type of people. One who never feels alone because they are so damn cool they never can be alone, I was one of those. Now I'm the other. Alone in my own aftermath.