My girl left me for my best friend, that sucks but fuck them their rude horrible people who are lying to themselves. That aside im actually not as angry as the first line puts on although i am hurt and insulted and bewildered with a tint of confusion the sparks brought about by my abbandonement have left me feeling a dark sense of rebirth in living alone and by myself and with friends of course.

They say an artists hapiness is the undoing of their most amazing creations because when you are creative and imaginative your imagining what you can gain or remembered of things that have shown true beauty to you. My struggle against the deception of those closest to me has left me with a muse that against the unwillingness of my body to accept the casualties makes me feel images have new dreams and gives rise to a new era of creativity that when i am sustained enough to express will be on my deviant art.

2008 the year of the battle between the truth and their lies