Forgive that last journal entry of over a year ago. No, seriously, because I was fucked up and lost and on drugs, literally.

I haven't written anything meaningful in over a year. I haven't drawn anything. I had to sell my camera because I was starving. And none of this I am telling you to make you pity me; on the contrary - tell me how much of an idiot I was, because that's more likely the truth. I wasted a year on "finding myself", and all I really found was that I needed to stop bitching and start working my ass off for everything.

My naivety was my ultimate downfall. My inability to say no to situations further sealed the deal. But now I have the chance, and hopefully the time, to make things up a bit. It's been a long road even getting to this point. I know I still have much distance to walk.

...It's a nice day for a walk, though.