Godlessbeliever

Well, I'm back, again. I disappeared this last time for a simple reason; was sick of my own, sub-standard art. I can keep a basic drum beat; I am a decent but shallow writer, a semi-decent abstract artist, by majority a terrible poet, and an armature photographer. I have a lot of things I am almost good at but can't quite seem to find proper artistic talent in myself, nor any form I enjoy enough to really try to cultivate, considering my derth of natural skill for it. You may notice that in several of my new pieces I have been using words in conjunction with the imagery. If you will excuse me, and you must as it is my journal, I would like t

(Written on 11/5/07 in the depths of a depression) I don't know anymore. I'm broken, damaged, wounded, hollow… And despite everyone's best efforts, everyone's time, money and passion, here I am, weak, angry and empty. There is nothing intrinsically wrong in my life except my life. I have every opportunity, money, influence, athletic health, so why am I broken? What THE FUCK IS IT?!? I'm lost in a darkness that inexplicably fell onto the innocents of my youth; afflicted with some undetectable malady, stricken with an invisible wound. What the FUCK? Why? When? How? All I knew for so long was that I wanted one woman; and I got her, I held

Why the hell did they restrict those under 18 from browsing mature content pics?!?! I can go on google and look at all the fucking porn my black little heart desires, but on deviantart I cant even look at naked art... Fuckers... Well, I have a new mule account for searching n' stuff; Vexzer... Otherwise life is monotonous and synonyms thereof, doing the college grind... I miss my woman five to six nights out of the week (if she would get her driver's license that wouldn't be such a problem, but if I mention it I'm agreeing with her mother, therefore sinful and she gets mad at me, which hurts like hell, but waddya gannado' eh? All I can do is