Last night I had a dream a creepy old man came up to me and broke my Gameboy and Pokemon Firered.... I literally woke up screaming.


ANGSTY TIRADE OF THE WEEK:
Anyway, my life is going horribly as usual, my depression has seriously taken over my entirety, I feel I'm never gonna be happy again. I feel like my chest is gonna burst and my head is gonna explode, which, although being cool to watch, would not be very healthy for me.
I need to go to a doc, I'm sick of this shit sooo much, and you know what's worse, no one cares, not one bit, if you've read up to hear comment "durp hurr" on this journal, you probably would have but, whatever, who wants to read my journals anyway, they're full of skating murder bears and my head bleeding. I feel slightly better by writing this...

Anyway, I'm planning to start writing my novel soon and I've also made progress with my 40k Kaos Spess Mehreens, for those of you who care about miniature hobby.
I'm having a hard time drawing at the moment, I'm keen on buying (haha, buying software) Adobe Photoshop and Illustrator. I'm trying to draw burlesque chicks and apocalypse babes but it doesn't seem to be working, keep trying I guess.

Shitbutt, that was a long journal, guess I better get my ass of the computer and go play Resident Evil.