TragicMeans

And it irks me that I find it hard to care. Or maybe I care so much that I can't even stand to attempt to look at it because it's so big it might tear me apart. I don't even know where to start, I've lost my hard-drive twice from reformatting thanks to software failure and a ego-maniacal hacker with delusions of grandeur. Haven't felt much like writing, and now that I do, the only things in my head are very existential and hard to pin down. So now I'm just trying to gather my thoughts and maybe gain enough perspective to co-ordinate my attack on myself. I've been trying to be more sociable, meet new people, go out, all that good stuff. Gre

Becomes, My Very Shackles. Damn, it's been busy lately... In the last two weeks I've seen two awesome concerts(Opeth and Days Of The New), and got myself kicked out of a club. Now it's off for on a 3-hour drive this weekend to help my sister move. I've also come to the realization that short-term memory is better when I'm somewhat drunk, since it suppresses my anxiety. Funny how that works. It's good to get out and live life sometimes.     "Once upon a time there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. And they grew next to each other. And every day the straight tree would look at the crooked tree and he would say, "You're crooked. You've

Also the first. First off, I'd like to apologize for my unexplained absence from the dA community. I'm currently without internet, which is probably going to be the case for another month or two, if not more. I've also been pretty depressed and uninspired towards writing anything. Lastly, due to said depression I have found most any form of communication to be a rather difficult thing to accomplish. Fortunately my job forces me to be quite social so I can't completely regress into obscurity. Also, the large network of friends I've acquired this past year has been quite the unexpected boon. I've started writing again, so I'll probably make