Listening to: Tool-Schism
Reading: Lettres from my Mill
Watching: Letter from an Unknown Woman
Friends and family,
The truth is this profile does not longer represent me. I feel no particular urge to write in it, to share or discuss it. Sometimes, you become so obsessed with your own world, that everything else is just a spectator. Uncomfortable, at times.
What has been going on in my life in the past few months? I've gone to college, to this magic city called Chicago. I've loved and I've been broken, although the reality is much more complicated than the old fashioned receipe of teenage love. I've had some incredible time but I've also grown older. My skin might be young, but my eyes are bleak and empty. People say they' re pervasive, but that's the same thing they say about darkness.
You don't know me anymore and that saddens me, because DeviantArt has become such a stable part of my personality. You know, stability... is such an ambivalent thing. You can be happy , calm and stable... but look at me. I'm not in agony anymore, I don't twitch and turn anymore. It's just sadness, complete, utter, STABLE sadness. When I walk down the street, when I do my work(which I love but which is still not enough), when I meet young people...
With all these beautiful things around me, I sometimes accept my condition as a mere sufferer.