I am...

...who I am

Excitement

I'm getting back my creative juices. Yay! I'm so excited because I haven't been able to produce anything meaningful for quite some time. I was stuck in a rut but I think I might be slowly pulling myself out of it. I want rearrange sometimes in my room (like I don't do that enough) to give me a better feel. This is by no means the best artistic space that I have been in. Actually it kinda sucks out your will to create. But I'm going to have to fight pass that. Maybe I should get a  new journal and sketchbook to celebrate. O how I love to crack open a new one and figure out what kind of story it's going to tell. I haven't felt this way in a long time. I better hop to it.

Peace.

Unfulfilled Promises

What am I talking about. I would say the title speaks for itself. I'm tired hearing the words "...I promise..." and nothing comes to fruition. It's bringing me to a point where if a statement is preceded by, followed by, or includes the words "I promise," I don't believe it. I don't even want to hear it. That's so sad. Promises are sacred. Especially pinky promises. When you pinky promise someone, at that very moment, you're making a lifetime commitment to honor that promise. All you have is your word, when people lose faith in that... You have nothing. No wonder why I don't trust people. They break pinky promises.

Status...

I'm angry.