UPDATE UPDATE UPDATEEEEEEED!

Things are going alright. Been stoned, been crashing anywhere but home, been doing better with work.

This journal entry is completely pointless, YEAH!

-Muds-

Holy shit, not only am I posting two journal entries on the same day, but roughly at the same time. The world's come to an end, people.

In two days I'm going to New York to help out a good friend of mine get through some shit, and it's making me feel really nervous. What if I fuck up? What if I can't help her?

I'm not looking forward to going, not at all.

In order to cope I've been having powerful urges to write and draw, which means...

METALOCALYPSE SMUT!

Because, honestly, what else am I going to be writing or drawing? I'm too fucking obsessed with the show not to do some fan what-not for it.

Anyway, hope everyone enjoys the shit I dish out, and I hope my trip goes better than I'm expecting it to.

-Tamo-

I don't care how cliche it is to say, I don't care how fucking emo I sound, I don't care if this seems immature.

I can't have the one I love.

So y'know what?

I can't wait for Valentine's Day to end, mother fuckers.

-Tamo-

I've got to admit, it's getting better.

Things are starting to look up. I've moved everything out, I'm doing better with work, and I'm rekindling some old relationships.

So, yeah, it's getting better.

-Whoa-

I'm not sure exactly what I want to do these days. Maybe I'll write some more, maybe I'll draw. I'm just not really sure yet.

I've been listening to Pink Floyd's "The Wall" as of late. I've decided to build my own wall.

I can't remember the last time I was sober. I can't remember the last time I felt happy. I'm feeling lost and dazed and like this sad fucking world will never stop spinning.

So, all in all, you were all just bricks in the wall.