Well I finally did the cover to the first issue of MIFaTL PkMn, still need a name for the series, and to design the ol' logo.
I've come to realize that the main reason I'm miserable is myself. People hate depressed, lazy, stubborn, carefree people. That and you can't win the game (id est society) by doing nothing, and if you choose not to play the game, all the gamers will lay you to waste.
People like to validate their wrong choices by saying they had no choice, when in reality that no matter what, you have a choice and as such everything is your fault.
Though really, everything is everyone's fault as we all influence each other in some way, we may not know what effect our life has on the world, but it certainly does.
Anyway, I'm still not sure what to do with my life. The only things that make me somewhat happy are drawing and rocking out, and those are starting to lose meaning. I can't simply kill myself as the selfish taking of one's life is probably a one-way ticket to hell, I'm squeamish, and quite simply I just know if I'd do that life would have potentially get better after I did. That and the fact that bad times end just as good times do and, the bad times are indeed what make the good times worth it.
For the past two years I've been really depressed and distraught over shattered images. Long story short (and it is a long and boring story) I fell in love with someone I never met or indeed seen and the hopes that came with such a foolhardy romantic endeavor left in tatters.
I've been shattered.
I think the few things about myself that will always be there is my sense of humor, love of music, and need to help people.
I dunno, I know that it was ridiculous to try to find someone you met in a series of dreams, but why do I always turn my head when I see blonde hair? Sometimes it's blond... LOL
I really think that the only way I can pull myself out of this funk is to either “fulfill my destiny” or to move on. Though the fact that I know life isn't gonna get any better is hindering me actually trying.
I'm not really sure why I'm writing this as anyone who reads it wouldn't give a shit as basically it's about some fat dude who can't move on in life having problems that most of the country has.
I'm actually not sure why I get on the internets anymore, as everytime I do the only thing I have to talk about is how I hate my life, my self, and song references. Most of my pals & gals don't want to talk to me anymore as I'm depressing. Either because they only find me entertaining when I'm a goof ball making comics about their characters naked surfing molten lava, or that they honestly can't help me and the constant downheartedness is absolutely frustrating and contagious and they kind of ignore me for their own well being, but for some reason don't block me.
Or maybe they just have a life.
I really don't know what to do anymore.
I try to move on, but it's like I can't. Like moving on is the [b]wrong[/b] thing to do.
I can't explain it too well.
Man, I really wish I didn't exist so I wouldn't have to give a fuck about nothing.