Okay, I now I have been gone from DA for forevers. But I think that is about to be changing. Artistic inspirations often come to people during the darkest moments in their lives. After nearly two years...TWO FUCKING YEARS...it came down to tonight. One long day full of corralling screaming middle school kids that ends in the single largest let down of my life to date. We're still really good friends...but I might as well toss the remains of any hope of any sort of relationship ever in the rubbish heap. TWO FUCKING YEARS Why estrogen...why... Next stop = dark pit of emo. Maybe this is the negative energy I need to finally plow through all of the death and decay in my novel in progress. Maybe I'll start writing poetry again...start out with whinny emo-feminist men suck poems and then work my way up to writing real poetry again.

I realize this journal makes no sense. Feel free to ignore it. I'm actually kind of amazed that I still have any watchers at all after all this time.