RandomDev

Like wow.

Everyday I destroy my own dreams and I am proud of that.


Throw me a bone, I am bored.

Somewhere in the last few weeks I've gained a habit of punching the air and pretending fire comes out.


I have come to realize that I am really bored. Also I seem to space out and loop logic my own existence.
I am really hungry.

In a fit of retardation I just deleted my few deviations. So, eh...





Try again I guess.

First of all congrats to all of you for everything, most likely a great success in your life or finally graduating or even marriage.

Now at this point in time I am trying to wake up and put myself back on track with whatever the hell I did that gave me a reason to even consider myself an
artist.


Now for me to complain about myself.

I know what I need to get what I want... and I don't do it.
I know improvement involves failure but I can't take it.
I like to think I can't do it because of self imagined disabilities or for no reason my eye sight or height of my neighbor.
I'm still pretty sure its because of the damn weather.
I still want to believe staring at all your great art will improve my own magically.
These last few sentences have started with I's.



I was actually hoping to have a beautiful message to give to anyone actually on my page or of the four people
who watch me, even if two of them are dead accounts.

I cant express the joy I feel watching other artists live their lives and succeed in life, its just the greatest feeling
I will ever feel, maybe, cant ever be too sure.


Anyway I'm probably wasting my time, have a great year.
I'm talking to myself of course, no one goes here.