Just to warn you, in this journal, my inner emo and Sloth personification are skipping hand in hand down Dreary Lane. Read at your own dark loving discretion~

Anyway....Lately I've been stuck in a state of 'god that's fucking brilliant'.

And I've also realized that, you know what, what the hell do I do with these works of genius?

I just read them, just look, just fav, just stare in awe. All the deviations I watch. All the journals, the pictures, the poems, the textures.

Gods, I'm such a coward.

Am I ever going to finish anything for fear of seeing it as crap later on? Isn't that a good thing, to see that I've evolved?

Maybe this is why I haven't updated anything in such a long time. Maybe that's why I've improved so much, because I only submit things that are simply inspiring enough to finish. I do this a lot with good doodles. I just stare at them, unfinished, until my muse gets irritated and leaves in a huff. 8D This is why I can't copy my doodles for crap.

Am I ever going to -say- anything?

All I seem to want to do is keep my voice shut up in its box. I know the consequences of being a ghost, from experience, actually. To think of what I could've become without someone to tell me that it's wrong, all I would have to do is look down the hall. (nobody's gonna catch that, but who do I care)

It's so easy to fade away, to hole up, to hammer the boards into place around me. It's just so fucking easy.

But geez.....

....All I can do is watch.

.........pathetic.