Never sure where to go anymore.

It's been almost another year since last I posted a silly journal entry on this silly profile that no one seems to look at. And I'd kill for a cigarette. I might just go out and buy some again. That's about the sixth pack since I quit quitting. God dammit. What's the point of quitting, though, if it's obviously going to drive me mad?

Anyway, I was thinking of trying to get some more shit up today, but most of the stuff I've been doing is shit and just sketchy stuff for art classes (also, I've missed a few. In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to be in one of my art classes right now). I found a few old pieces to put up and I'm working on some different kinds of things right now. More three-dimensional. I'm trying to experiment. But also: I'm lazy. Probably have quite a few photographs to post, as well. I got a sweet new camera in December and I've been taking photos all over the place.

In the end, I'll probably stick to music. But when you feel the lines and color pulsing through your veins you just gotta do more than spit it sometimes.

It don't hurt to express.
But the wind sure does.

It's always freaky to find someone random on the internet who seems almost exactly like you. It's a bummer you'll never know them. There's always girls that seem so amazing, but I'll never know. They're probably all straight, anyway.

I'm not even sure what to say anymore. I'm pretty sure I posted a blog on DeviantArt because I know none of my friends really look at it (I only have like...3 or 4 friends that actually have one of their own, let alone anyone that uses it). I just needed to spew about random bullshit. I woke up this morning feeling like nothing was right anymore. I can usually cope with change. But it's taking over. I swear, I can feel the universes collapsing on one another and all the wrong people are finding out that each other exists. All the wrong people are being shown to the rest of the world.

Go fuck yourselves. What else should I be?