i fell in love. and everything that happened after that i still remain cold from.
i moved back home with my dads family... all of my dads family.

the area in between where it felt as if i were being torn apart was the most intense artwork i'd ever created. and in a way i owe gratitude to the people who've ultimatley made me suffer.

after crawling around in the same orbit for months I met one person who didn't give me hope for humanity, but for people. and whenever i create something or attempt anything in my life his genius remains with me as a guideline to what is true and what is just made up to fill useless half empty emotions.
currently i'm in a place where i'm borderline hopeful. but i know i want to accomplish something great.
I'd always proved that ability means absolutley nothing, constantly being an underachiever who nobody expected anything from, but still outdoing myself and evolving into a contourted caricature but gaining that much more from my deformities.
for years i'd believed the world was only black and white, and my entire existance disproves that since i am living in a gray area.