I dont know anything anymore... I have seemed to of lost all my talent... I cant draw anymore, i used to be able to...... but not anymore... Spriting was once one of my favorite things to do... now, it feels like something i am making my self do...

i am falling out of love for politics... no matter what anybody says, Washington seems to be a lost cause.

The only real things i seem to be doing anymore is going to school, sleeping, and thinking.

I have come to the realization that i am an ass. I want to appologise to anyone i have insulted, i am sorry.

But, thats not whats bothering me......

...I dont know what is...

...All i want to do is sleep, it seems to be the only time that i am content...

...Reality is the only thing i fear... and i am submersed in it...

...I want this eclipse to end, i want to feel the sun warming my fur and heart again... Why doesnt the moon move? Why does it block the warmth?

...Why cant i make it move?...

...Am i really dead?...

...Isn't there something left in me? Isn't there something that i can contribute?...

...There has to be...

...Everyone has a calling. Something that they truely enjoy doing...

...Where's mine?...

...I cant give up on Culpeo, he is too dear to me. I am him and he is me... If i change... Will he change with me?...

...We are drifting apart...

...Are we really dead?...