These days I lack the drive, the lust, the innitiative to draw. My right hand trembles asmuch as my left. My focus divided. Not only that but yet again I've let the Hulkster down by not being able to come through with the comic, or even the character sheet. I can't draw. I want to, but when I clear the dust off the sketch book, pick up a pencil and the blank page begs to be filled with creativity, I leave this plane of reality and find myself staring at the blank page for what seems an eternety. I guess by putting my heart in a box I've lost the passion for art. Its funny cause back when I liked Kathia or Maria I could draw pretty well, but now that I'm free to think without "love" clouding my judgement I draw better with my left hand than my right... Also, for the few friends of mine that are wondering why I suddenly stopped talking to you and calling me "asshole" behind my back, *sigh* if you've got something to say just tell me straight up... also, a comment on something else, I've had it with the losers that think that just by putting me down you'll somehow make you shit life better, well, it won't get you far. Just because I don't retaliate it doesn't mean that you're better than me in any way. It just shows how insecure and sad you are... That's pretty much it, I think until the next time that I feel like updating this empty dust filled account...