God, been over half a year. D**n, That's quite some time. What have I done in that time? Nothing. I'm not the art type, that's what I've realized. It has taken me over two years to come to terms with this. Despite my wishes and ideas, this sort of stuff isn't my forte. Yet, I must live with the cards live deals; and she can deal some real shitty hands. Then again, that's life. No winners, no losers, only people playing a game till one way or another they have to quit. Your only consolation prize is what you take away, and what you have given back; and they are determined by you.

Sorry, I've gone quite off the topic at hand. I've just have been thinking a lot lately, looking back on my last few years. It's been one hell of a ride; I'm almost Nalstagic. So much I've fit into such a short amount of time. I Can barely believe I'm still legally deemed sane. I have so much a head of me, so much more I want to do. I just fear that the ride will end all to quickly...

And yet again I'm off topic. I apologize.