MindofSilence

I'm so damn depressed lately... I don't think I've sat down and really *drawn* something for months... something I used to feel so passionate about is falling through my fingers. I've been seriously thinking about starting a comic and forcing myself to update it regularly, just to try to bring some life back into the blank and neglected pages of my sketchbook.

I am going slowly crazy; one, two, three, four, five, six, switch... Slowly going crazy, am I; six, five, four, three, two, one, switch...

Yesterday I turned twenty. Perhaps it is a bad omen that my birthday was right after Friday the 13th. I like to think of it as a new beginning. I say this with the full knowledge that I am being sentimental and maybe even sappy, but I would feel pity for anyone who didn't after coming to realize that from this day on they can no longer be interpreted as a child. To a person like me, this thought brings an even greater pain. I have not had any regard to my encroaching age since I was ten. (Mom, mom! I'm a DECADE now!) Now that my time has doubled upon me, my steps are faltering and I never go a day without wishing it hadn't. Even so, I will w