I would like to apologize for my complete and utter abandonment of my DA account and my art.

I want to draw, to paint, to create....

But the butterflies having seizures and fits inside my heart prevent me from even opening the book. My inspiration, my will, my desire to do anything even remotely artistic is gone... just gone.

It's not that I don't try. It's just that its so hard getting up from my little corner to do ANYTHING... It's crippling, paralyzing and pathetic. It makes me feel pathetic, because a lot worse is happening to other people.

But you can't help how you feel. And when your so utterly devoted to something it's hard to do anything else. Especially when you realise that nothing is as devoted towards you.

But never fear, I'm sure I will snap out of it. I'll be drawing and... before you know it.


-EDIT-
For the record, as I noticed this entry was somewhat cryptic, the love of my life dumped my sorry arse. Hence my inability to move from my corner.

It was about a week ago now... I'm back at the hall again, in Adelaide beginning classes again. I miss my Darwin friends.

I miss him.

Midnight pancakes with friends go a long way. As does mini pubcrawls, dress up parties and trashy eighties-music nights with cheap vodka. I do lead a rather exciting life, its just that the colour has been dulled.