Ibizen

Today, I tried to contact with someone after several years. That someone blocked me like I was a stalker or bully :v dude, you didn't even know what fudging happen to me, and when I am trying to get things right, this happens. So, do you know what? I don't care. I'll do whatever I want without your consent. I'm really into this new idea. If you ever get my note/message, ignore it. Please, delete it.

I just need to share this, cuz I can't shout it: half  mouth is sleep (thank fahking you very much, anesthesy). I'm afraid that if I go to sleep, choke and die (very drammatic, i know, sorry) But, u know, i need to sleep, cuz i'm on night shift. So, come on my bitchy muse! Let me drown in my drawings till this (or I) passes out.

Just... beginin' all this stuff again. I could refound my love for all this magic thing like as a creative wit... maybe. Although love isn't my real issue on this. Perseverance? Perhaps. Motivation? I don't think so. Fear? Accurate... very, very fuckin' accurate. Oh well, I should keep tryin' to improve all my style, all my way about this. I might only need to keep repeating to myself: "You're awesome" "I like all u do" "Everybody will loves you"