As I sit here, I find myself realizing that it has been over a year since I last posted a journal. It has been quite something since then and I must say that a lot has happened. A lot more than what any one man like myself could ever hope to post in what time I have. However it is essential to try and convey the whole message.
Everyone, life has been tough on me. Life has thrown me a lot of curve balls, and its gotten very annoying. I have gone as high as having a large scale business and then dragged down kicking and screaming by those that wished to use and abuse my kindness. I have stumbled to make progress, only to fall 7 steps back after only making 2 big steps. Ultimately I have a black eye and I am sore all over. But I am jumping up and down as I stumble up the cobble stone path.
But I am alive. I am alive. I AM ALIVE. I am starting to rebuild my life, my moral, and my future. It has been a tough road, and I cannot say everything has been pleasant or easy. But its progress non-the-less. Soon I will be returning to college, and when that happens, I hope the boredom drives me to draw again. I have a Bamboo drawing pad, but its virtually new. Regardless, I want to as a side thing take some basic classes for digital art drawing. I want to express myself once more. But that is only third priority. My top two is rebuilding my life and college.
But with that all said and done, I must ask: Who is still watching me? Who still stands by me? Whom do I need to send hugs to?